As the trees are stripped off by autumn,
it reminds us of a few laws forgotten.
What we have now may not survive tomorrow,
so why brood and wallow in our sorrow?
The barren branches scream out to us and say,
cherish when the sun shines on today.
The lifeless leaves moan after they kiss the ground,
no one knows till when love and peace stick around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem