I do not know it personally
Nor can say with conformity
But have just heard it say,
The spring will turn silent
And the flowers will not hang by
Naturally in their all glee
And even if hang they,
The buds will into flower
As for the heat and dust ruffling them all,
Seasons coming and going abnormally,
The sudden rise and fall disturbing them
And taking a toll upon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem