The pear-blossoms dance along with the winds, under the moon is bright.
How did people of old who cry out their sadness in the misty night?
Here and there, it remains that the poems and paintings which sang of tears.
It's the reason farmers're filling the fruits with tears and sending the pears.
(3rd, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem