No birds song,
No flowers blossom,
No flower scented,
No love words,
No clear sky,
No tolerant earth,
Of course, spring is there,
And yes, this is spring.
And I live in it,
The truth of life.
And I live happily,
And I know no one is
Separated from me.
This is the spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem