Gae Lee
The separate pavilion is deep and deep, and the spring day is clear,
The pear blossoms are blooming all around, near,
Now it's just turning dark. The nightingale is like apathetic floe.
When quickly passing the dense branches, the whole garden's turned to snow.
(Jun.,9th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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