South river good
Landscape old once know well
Sunrise river flower red bear fire
Spring come river water green like lily
Can not remember river south
South of the river is good,
Long ago, I knew the landscape well.
At sunrise, the river's flowers are red like fire,
In spring, the river's water's green as lilies.
How could I not remember south of the river?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is odd that when we return to a place we knew well once upon a time, we both see it as it was and how it is now. And the displaced emotions attack at the same time as the feeling of homecoming. I so love his poetry.