S-orrow will surely end,
U-ntil it's nowhere in sight;
S-adness of the shadow
A-ims to fade into the
N-ight.
E-ven though the windchill comes,
S-unshine will show up;
C-oal clouds will turn white,
A-s the cold raindrops stop.
L-onely twilight twenty-first of May fades,
A-n early beacon ascends;
N-o more tears will fall,
T-ill the sorrow
E-nds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem