All the flowers bring bloom and fade,
And all the gains, now spent, were made.
For every drop to gushing came,
A lost is found and lost again.
From each exploding star that's formed,
A love that hate has counter mourned.
And every pain exists in peace
And every happiness must weep.
Hear each silence create a song,
The empty place allows a throng.
As time itself can clearly see
Birth and death eternally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem