The dream of spring,
The patches of flowers,
Sweet sound of birds singing,
the bright green grass,
The rain giving plants,
Morning showers!
What now do we have,
Mud, rain, and morning dew.
But you have to love spring,
Through and through!
(Written in Highschool posted from my old journal.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem