Oh where does the sun set? Where is the end of the rainbow? And where too is the end of the sky? It matters not where the sky ends, maybe in some distant land or time.
What can the end of the sky hold? To some the sky is place where dreams come true. The end of the sky could end is some land far away from here. The sky can be compared to emeralds so radiant a beauty to all. We come here all searching but we need not search. For the sky never ends, it goes on through our minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem