It's spring and I cannot see
Any flowers on bushes or tress.
The coldness of winter remains
And nature has stayed in freeze.
It's early spring and I am not happy
The coldness of people's black hearts
Has frozen me inside, all damp and unhappy
And so I seek no beloveds or sweethearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
knowing the truth makes us suffering, but you can cope with it. nice work with deep interpret.