Tonight

This evening is clear, the moon is full and the stars are scant

Nobody will at any point specify that the downpour was so weighty last evening

The thunder was so clearly

Very much like nobody needs to recall the injuries they once endured

What's more, the carelessness of the past

All gorgeous things are focusing with light

They are more than once played again and again and can't be forgotten for quite a while

Maybe the young fellow who is immaculate by the breeze and residue

would come on a white pony to wed a miserable and wonderful young lady

The little kid's past is additionally eradicated from here onward

As spring goes to winter, the grass and trees change

The geese return toward the north, the salmon move

Each cycle will store a few new recollections

At the point when the cinders fall, the injuries recuperate

The aggravation of consuming plants isn't referenced

There is no conversation of scent between endlessly blossoms

There is no conversation of pleasantness among honey and sugar

There is no feeling of achievement in gain without misfortune

A country without history is even an interwoven of societies

Perhaps what occurred before bliss is additionally worth recollecting

Recollecting that our blossoms are difficult to sprout

Recalling the chilly, smelly pause

Recalling the humiliation of not having an umbrella on a stormy day

Recalling is to remind - enduring isn't far away

Recalling gives us certainty, boldness, and enduring overflow