The willow by the river all alone
Its arms covering its naked body
The willow cries through the seasons
For no reason
Some would say it cries of a broken heart
Other says just for no reason
When the wind blows
All hears its mourning
So hear the willow stands
By the deep blue river
Watching the days past by
With only the wind to speak to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem