As a tulip opens up to the warmth of the sunshine, so to
we bare our heart to light.
But just as the flower closes in the dusk of nightlight, feelings
may freeze from the absence of
it.
To stay giving in both day and night leaves one suseptical to
to all the temperature changes.
In that simple human gift is the
beauty that can never be canceled out by time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a unique beauty in this poem.