Min-gyo Jung
In last night's blowing wind, the peach blossoms
That filled the garden have all fallen.
The child try to sweep the fallen blossoms
Away, with taking a broom, from the garden.
Even fallen
Flowers're still flowers;
Hey boy, why do you try to sweep them away?
(Jun.,7th, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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