A keresés eredménye

The thought of friend

The symphony of the Spring is resonating
On the Ivy green hills, when that’re flowering, the lilies.
I snuff the fragrance of the white lilies
A song for you, I’m singing and singing.
 
My mind is like the Ivy green hills.
Then a man who like the lilies are my friend.
When, you, lilies are busting out in my mind.
All of the sorrow is disappeared in inner hills.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)