We are going,
The sun is not coming.
In fact, we are nameless,
We are calling east, west.
We to choose what to do,
We to select dark or light.
Though nothing is there like
in this middle of the journey.
we are going eastward, the sun is going westward, feel it. and feel yourself more powerful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem............