As autumn arrives, the half-moon hangs in the midst of the sky,
And ripples rise on the water, the wind sways the branches in high.
Cicadas slumber, and in the grass, small insects chirp and weep,
Stalls are filled with joy, and the birds've forgotten to sleep.
(Apr.3rd,2024. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem