Who withdrew the laughter?
Who withdrew the glee?
Why oh why have they
let the larkspur deteriorate
before the lily?
Do you know?
Does he know?
Does she know?
We just don't know
what to think anymore.
The smile it once wore
shall appear once every blue moon.
What will summon it soon?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem