Although the angered spring colds
Had lingered for long time till late day,
But cherry blossoms bloom
At ten-miles, along the park way.
The buds burst forth, and it's full
Of the pink on every branches.
But the magnolias've withered already
Hither and thither on their branches.
(Apr.21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem