A cultured blooming flower in September,
In the midst of wooing bees;
Waiting for each turn to remember,
This last moment of summer breeze.
Very much like the last rose of summer when the memory doen't fade.Lovely poem, one of my favorites
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
light and refreshing like a cool breeze in summer and still slyly instils an echoing depth