Under the old fig tree
Where the Spring wind blows
A sense of calm~
A simple delight~
I look at him and he looks at me
holding his grip on the old fig tree
Eye to eye~we embrace
the moment upon each other's face
The calm-the refuge
of fears unknown
Tales untold & seeds not sown
Among the realm of the old fig tree~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem