In the family's trees're intricate like the web of fate, entangled and complex,
Possessions come and go at will and the joy and sorrow is subjects
To the ebb and flow of wealth, the god of mount remains indifferently
And fall-trees dedicated to Buddha quietly welcome winter currently.
(Nov.26th,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem