R-ise of the sun begins,
O-pening the day with glee;
S-aturday sky is clear,
E-ighteenth morn of February.
R-ed beacon is ascending
A-bove the horizon;
N-ew dawn has broken,
O-ne lane becomes crimson.
S-ee the last messenger about his life story;
A-llow your eyes to behold, watch the great movie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem