The Day

The roses of daytime are white 🌹 and faces like winter ❄

O rose of evening 🌺 tell me what is hardship

Is hardship a thing existing in this life

So when will we return to the light of day ☄️ and O light of night, vanish from existence for moments, how do you allow your light to appear while people are asleep 💤

These roses 🌹🌹 sing with garlands

No matter how many years pass

And the beautiful phoenix bird sang

And was adorned with autumn leaves 🍂

And the clouds gathered in the beautiful color of rain ☁🌧

And spring flourished 🌿

And sprouted its leaves anew 🌲

It found nothing for the word impossible dream

But it went astray walking and walking ⛹️‍♀️

And rose with its firm resolve 👍