Begging for Tibetan poem "I'm sorry for you"

I told you, I will rewrite it for you.

Arima

Spring brings warmth to seedlings,

I hope the east wind respects the sun.

Hate rain and dryness,

Don't attract bees and butterflies to stay fragrant.

Fog and frost hurt the new buds,

You protect the fragrance of flowers.

Willing to create, refusing to vote!

Right and wrong need not be discussed,

I prayed for Gao Peng's generosity.

I regretted it overnight,

Don't blame your best friend for hating yourself.

At first, it should be a confession,

You can let me go.

Are you ok?