The hidden sun
In cloudy day
Will shine again
Anytime, anyway
The evening comes
After the end of the day
But when tomorrow comes
It’ll be a brand new day
When the sun sets
In the west
It will then rise
Through the east
Whatsoever life may be
There is nothing to worry
If we have been lost today
We can hope to win someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem