Here it is coming
The sparkling life
The Christmas tree
On the rough road.
All mysteries now
And we have to live
Here anyhow but for
Reason nothing see
To say more, though.
All to suffer
In this cold.
And all to get ready
To sign again
Just at midnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a spark of midnight, true sir.