I love the tree I planted long ago
If not I would not have planted
One day the golden willow withers and die
Its once draping golden fine leaves was dry
I guess that tree does not love so it quit
Now its stumps still stands but dry
I hung some orchids to make it lively, again
and hope one day it will rejuvenate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is good is good, no other nane for this. Simply the best