The dusk has been our covering;
For many years we've turned away,
Blind to the echo, the boom of
Truth that is pressing through, demanding our attention.
The sweet song of friendship
Has turned into a bitter tune, betraying the amity we once knew.
The spring of refreshing love has given way to harsh winter;
We're singing hymns in denial, refusing to see the truth.
The lies and hurt now burst to the surface
So that the black and cold distance
Replaces the childish laughs
And smiles of memories that flood my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem