In spring mount, after the rain, mountain birds cry out searching for his mate,
On the lake the blossoms fall, like cherry blossoms float on the plate.
They called that 'Central Hill' in ancient times because earth's heart.
Hoping to flow with petals, carrying the people's heart to heart...
(Mar.2024. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem