Life!
With a hard bread in your hand like a stone;
But, the blue colour will now come in to take over the brown.
Muse!
The white colour will bring out your identity;
As the snow appears on the land.
Spring flowers!
Summer's heat;
Autumn leaves!
Winter's snow;
But, it is now time to identify your muse with the black colour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem