The cold breath of spring,
green and yellow colors mixed,
for a long time and looking at it.
cold rain falling,
shoes and clothing were wet,
the lantern lighted still,
day wore away...
My spring,
in the world, the lonesomest thing.
A lovely poem but I try to look at Spring as a new beginning. A fresh start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this a lot, thank you