Just a less of you
The harp broke its strings
Can’t play the pleasant music
Just a less of you
The rose withered its reddish beauty
Can’t retain the summer sunshine
Just a less of you
Deeply locked the heart
Cannot find the key
Just a less of you
The flowers withered their charming as before
Dust sealed the yellowish page
The feet of sunlit lengthened, summer’s heat grows cruel
The spider’s net webbed onto the pen
Nipping the pen to write the endless incurrence
Just a less of you
The valley caged the echo of calling
Mutely the echo circled in the valley mouth
Streams are roaring with twist and turns
Just a less of you
The final syllable of the poetry
Still coldly hung on the trembling lips
Walk alone toward this world
Everything is the same as yesterday
Just a less of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem