Do not love flowers, dears
Call not flowers friends dears
Because they will be withered
Entangling you in thorns.
Be not affectionate with moon dears
Do not die for the moon dears
How far you will sing for it
You will be dead tired of flying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are very correct, we should seek not for the wondrous things that have no endurance! Thanks for the poem and the life lesson :)