The clear and painted sky,
Is flying like a bird so high,
Alas! Out of the blue,
The sky is painted again with a dark hue!
Yes, it is the cloud, gloomy,
That has made the painted sky dirty,
At that every moment wish I,
For the swift return of the lucid sky.
While the tedious sky is also stunning in its own way,
The painting-like sky must recur as my heart does pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem