|
|
|
|
|
|
Like a ball thrown in the air,
Floating above the clouds,
That pass by in silence
Like illuminated ink in the water,
Appears the moon to me.
Then suddenly disappears
But reemerges wholly bright and proud,
And throws light into the black sky,
Like sun's daughter
Appears the moon to me.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
