now that you have seen the sunrise
and now that you are facing this sunset
both ways then
please tell me which is more beautiful?
the blooming of the tight bud
into a flower
or when the petals slowly fall one by one
and then blown by the wind in all directions
tell me
what was it that you felt when you were born
and what is it that we should anticipate
waiting for the sunset to finally fade out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem