The meaning of each season,
Soon gives up its influence
To drift away,
Once its value has been absorbed.
Like a fad.
Or one who relinquishes,
A hold onto youth.
That passes fast.
There are those who would love to,
Keep things preserved.
Even if it means.
Squeezing the life out of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem