Lilies decorating a church altar, adorning it with God's
glory, soon to fade and die, all brown from unlove upon
everyone's minds.
Lilies, so beautiful, to place upon a Mother's grave, no
one was able to save her from dying either.
As flowers die, and people, we all still seem to go on
living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem