The flowers bloomed again under the serenity of the falling sun rays
They prospered without your care,
Even while facing the cruel malevolence that is the world
The stems sprouted out to reach a state of ecstasy.
The flowers bloomed with your presence no longer there.
And unlike I, they're prosperous without your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So deep, you're a good writer.