The spring has come
Flowers, for the spring festival
Shine everywhere like silk
But you are not here with me
The days are getting longer
The grape vines have red buds
The wheat is ready to harvest
But you are not here with me
Thick clouds sail in the skies
The rains have quenched the earth's thirst
The trees have cast spell on forest winds
Beehives drip with honey
But you are not here with me
It is a pleasing season
The moon shines brightly
The skies are full of stars
But you are not here with me
The stars like tiny lamps shine
as they have been shining for ages
In our deep sleep at night
they come, sending beams of light
But you are not here with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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