I move out to take a stroll;
I look at the mountaintops
Where bunches of cotton clouds roll;
And thick bushes spread fragrances;
Of moist earth in to morning breeze
On grasses squirrels engage in crazy dances;
Mind feels fresh and thankful to be alive
Heart is contended but aches due to a loss;
Wish you should be there by my side
You will let me remember my first crush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem