And winter is dying right now
But I feel that there is nothing that I can't do
Because I didn't create the world and the seasons in this world
Even though God made the seasons in this world together with the Seasons in this world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this one of those puzzle poems? Because to me it makes not a lick of sense! Sorry! Just being brutally honest!