So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed.It seems like frost on the ground.Raise a head to look at the bright moon,sinking back again,I thought suddenly of home.
On A Quiet Night I saw the moonlight before my couch, And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground. I raised my head and looked out on the mountain moon, I bowed my head and thought of my far-off home. by S. Obata
the light of the moon is in front of the bed like the frost on the floorWhen I up my head I watch the moon , i missWhen I up my head I watch the moon , I miss my hometown when I down my it.the light o...