I came down with a crying note,
I will go up with tears that will not soothe…
People come and go,
This is such that life flows…
Counted tears and counted sorrows,
Like a crow met a scarecrow…
A summers’ tale became a winters’ story,
Can the past that’ll never become a history?
What is life and what is death?
On He knows the meaning best…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely...a thought provoking piece....life and death.... they are inseperable... a reality, a choice, , nt orz...just ov our creator..' life and death..' is like the yin yan... black and white... just opposites...but perfectly balancing the humanity and the world