I won’t always be here
beside the road leading to the wonderland
so do throw a bouquet of flowers to me
disseminated within the morning bulbs
I will say hello, and then walk away
gladly, into the sightly scenery.
I won’t always be here, my dear
for the rain and for the fine day
now smile for me, a cheerful tramp
and I will wish goodbye, and luck
reflected in the evening buds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is very brief and we pass through so quickly-make the most of it.