M-oon eighteenth February
A-ims to brighten the night;
E-vening stars begin to shine, sharing the gleam's pure delight.
C-hill and rain Saturday
A-re nowhere to be found;
B-eautiful sky is amazing,
A-s she hears no loud sound.
L-et the good evening bring
L-aughter to the lane so wide;
E-xpecting a short journey,
S-he's waiting for a ride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem