From the sea, the salty breeze to inland meadow goes.
The daffodils and lilies gently sway to and fro. Lost in
the spring day I watch the clouds through youthful eyes
once more. In the trance of youth and love full of peace,
I can but bitterly lament the passage of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem