October is rich in autumnal gold.
Although its symbolism is so old,
It always inspires bold new thoughts and dreams.
It highlights sorrow, but it also redeems
Through the sacrifice of its wounded leaves.
Although their warm colours embellish grief,
They provide this life with deeper meaning,
In a world that has lost touch with feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem