Your grasses up north are as blue as jade,
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
And at last you think of returning home,
Now when my heart is almost broken....
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you,
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
...........wow! ....the ending was unexpected...very nice ★ O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So well written.. O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, Why part the silk curtains by my bed?