The silent night flies swiftly,
Like the demons of Hell,
Reaching the stars of life.
The firelight goddess,
Her eyes glitter,
With a powerful love,
Dangerous but still loved in return.
The diurnal victory cries out,
The sunrise of the knighthood,
With the dazzling sun,
Reflecting off the silver shield.
He dazzles her.
But the sun floats behind a cloud.
But still she waits,
For the dazzle to come again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem