There is a land called Highlands
Where cattle, citrus thrive
White orange blossoms languish
In rolling hills alive
Sleek birds and boar and vipers
In nature's balance strive
Once long ago I lived there
Nor have returned again
But here and there reminders
Rise in my dreams of when
Our love was fresh as sunshine
That kissed a young girl's skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just beautiful, Liilia! !