The symphony of the Spring is resonating
On the Ivy green hills, when that're flowering, the lilies.
I snuff the fragrance of the white lilies
A song for you, I'm singing and singing.
My mind is like the Ivy green hills.
Then a man who like the lilies are my friend.
When, you, lilies are busting out in my mind.
All of the sorrow is disappeared in inner hills.
(The Original Poem was written by Eun-Sang, Lee and Translated by Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem