It says, 'The wealth and the honor is like the dew in the morning'
Through the right mind and action, so I can hear the grandson's crying
Keep my place and not obsessing the wealth, but naturally I can earn a crust.
Is it not the best life? That the picture of the full bloomed peony, I can be enjoying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem