In May, emitting the rich fragrance of the acacias are fully blooming,
The school stairs where petals used to fall during my schooldays.
Whene'er the wind blew, they'd fluttered and through the window, coming.
When looking at the painting, it awaken me the many far back memories in old days.
(23rd, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem