I left,
You left,
Gradually everybody left,
Only the little child remained
With his inquisitive eyes,
For him the great flower bloomed at the end,
He was the true winner.
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I would like to translate this poem
ONLY THE LITTLE SMALL ONE WILL RESUME A NEWER GENERATION look after it AAAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRRRRRRR MOST NEEDED ONE