Even the old trees've been disappeared,
But the relations left in twined,
And memories fill the garden, the story
Carried by the sounds of the wind,
These days, the king and queen, walking
Together as to be the spirit,
Two thousand years, out of the royal
Tomb, they've met at night.
(29th, . Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem