Sometimes it is cold, harsh and can bring ill-being just like the winter.
On the other hand it can be warm, soft and can bring fulfillment just like summer.
It can also lose its charm and may decrease or wither away, just like the leaves in autumn.
On the other hand it can be beautiful, blooming and rises just like the plants do in the time of spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem