When the days are brightful
let the brightness be intense a little more
all
with the flutterings of butterflies
and
with the rays revolving around;
with nights descending
let the darkness be darker and
deeper
enough to see the stars brightest;
hide not the buried loves and tears
let open up the layers kept in reserved periods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem