While spring breeze blows over the barren fields
Then blue lily comes along her dizzy youth.
And restless bird on the tree; sings!
I love you! I love you!
As long as she is blue, and new in a fume.
The bird makes a hum-hum sound.
[There are quite a few like you so I require you]
But when she starts out sneezing, then the bird flies
Over tops of the tallest trees. as long as
The beauty is live, there is right of use......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem