It was the night of the beautiful moon at the park.
An old man was taking a walk in this park,
he sat down on the bench.
There were countless stars in the sky
when he looked up at the sky for no reason.

After a while, the fire works started at a distance.
There was a silent night at the park,
contrast to a gorgeous sky of the fire works and stars.

Poem by: Seiichi Usui, age 14

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