In the autumn forest, as the sun sets,
The leaves rustle and cool is the breeze,
In the early night, sounds are clear,
And bugs are humming through the trees.
Beauty melodies resonate high
In the park's trees, reaching the sky,
Though after the music ends, the full-heart
Echoes linger in nigh.
(Mar.26th,2024. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem