Foreign poems about spring

in spring

flowers are like rosy clouds

grass is like new flowers

after three seasons

you

are still the same

the breeze is blowing on your face

the drizzle moistens your eyebrows

I have insomnia for three nights

I

look like a beautiful woman

not pure

nor charming < It's the same as before

I have an appointment with Spring

Peach blossoms are like rosy clouds

Grass is blooming

After three seasons

You

are still the same

The breeze is blowing on your face

The drizzle moistens your eyebrows

I can't sleep for three nights

I

My beauty is like a decline

I'm not pure <