In the winter evening
We walk down the path
Looking at the sun sinking
Behind the horizon with less wrath
We walk on watching
A sweet star in the East
Atop the horizon shinning
Through the wall of gathering mist
We go on walking
By the side of the river
With a cool wind beating
Our bodies and makes us to shiver
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem