In center of the castle, I step the stairs of the gazebo and ascending.
The early summer breeze whispers through the forest with clarity,
There's no signboard inscribed with poems, even the good scenery,
The dull mind, I lay out the letters and write, with th'feel of wanting.
(12th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem