Times are coming and going
For the days and nights gone
Flowers of memories glowing
In the thoughts that live on
Blanching blossoms dreams flown
Endlessly to a cloudy sky
Breeze through the trees has blown
For these times to say goodbye
Colored ways to evening wasted
For the months to come
Pleasures that autumn has tasted
Look now dim and numb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem