When the dew drops started to be fallen on the leaves of trees,
The surrounding nature turns into a heaven;
If the sun shines,
It shapes similar to glittering pearls compare to Eden.
The dew drops is similar to our life,
It stays in our nature for a while;
For our short life we always do grief.
To leave this beautiful world earlier is dificile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem