The rain falls, shedding its tears
to feed the trees; keeping flowers alive.
But why do you fall, you who are unwanted
when we'd rather be dry as we commute on bikes?
And why would you bother even shedding tears,
even if you do love the flowers and greens,
when you know you would vanish once your love is spent?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem