Tombstones of raw granite is still like before,
the once tidy park is now shattered,
with a new shopping mall across the street,
multicoloured children bubble out of the school,
female teachers look at me with interest
and most of the people are now totally unknown
but the town does still make the same picture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can just imagine the scene! And how it has changed. Love the multicolored children bubble out of the school.