If you pluck a yellow bloom in early May,
Will it blossom again in the summer?
If, fearful of a chimney-sweeper's fate,
You break the stem and fail to save the bud,
Will it forgive you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some things[yes, even people...] in this world are too delicate to touch. -landrey