On a spring evening as the grasses deepen their hues, breeze blow gently,
As the sun begins to set, water spurt from the fountain lusciously.
At the street stalls, people are gathering and sharing dinners joyfully.
Walking through the lighted park, I'm recited poems naturally.
(Mar.23rd.2024. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem