English
The golden dawn of my life, is it returning again? Piercing the darkness of countless pains, countless agonies, countless humiliations. How many twilights, how many dawns, how many autumn and spring nights, how many hopes and aspirations have all passed by, floating away in tears? On the eastern horizon the crimson dawn smiles, the fragrance of flowers floats in the air. With the new delight of the new year, the memories of pain all vanish away.
