Once again an apple
Exactly like last year
Half bitten part rotten
One thing is different
Now I know the mother
But still I wonder
How can I see through?
Should I go to the tree: "Condolence...I'm sorry"?
Or should I keep silence commenting: "It is nature, "?
You can judge only if you how tree feels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem