I won't be a pine tree that is evergreen all the year round,
and everyone praises it.
I want to be a tall, upright and
ordinary poplar.
I am light green in spring,
but I long for summer.
I am dark green in summer,
but I long for autumn.
I am golden and brilliant in autumn.
It is the most beautiful moment in my life.
But I know that winter is coming.
I don't like winter.
Ruthless. The north wind will tear all my youth.
Bare me like a poor tramp.
On the desolate land,
I, trembling ...
But I still put my eager hands into the sky.
I still look firmly into the distance
There,
.
There,
is where my Swallow brother dated.
There is a treasure,
my light green clothes from most love.