I am a leaf, a leaf with happiness.
Traces of time
Whispering in my veins
This has changed my world.
But I still smile.
I am a leaf, a leaf with hope.
A breeze blew, which kept me away from my home.
Landing in the mud
Melting and disappearing
But I still smile.
Not the end, but the beginning.
Because I know
My home will get better and better.
The following spring.
This is a beautiful poem. Even if translated into English, it is not easy to pay attention to rhyme and beautiful sentences.