life is like a flower
tell me, like is like a river, tell me,
life is like a ripple of clouds in the sky, tell me
i tell you, the flower blooms and wilts, the river flows and dries, the ripple
of the clouds in the sky drifts, and travels and sees a lot
and then fall into rain
and seeps to the ground and nowhere to be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem