Tonight the lights above
seem much brighter
Than the lights that have shown before.
Tonight, the stars are moving swiftly
they were so still.
But the morning light will hide them,
the day their secrets keep.
And in the autumn colours
they silently will weep.
The laughing children play outside,
as if there will be tomorrow.
And through the night,
the stars still bright,
will glow again in sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem