Bertrand (male name)
Another spring, another drop of dew will be in my bitter cup.
When the film was rolled, then it ran away like tears!
Oh, my youth! Your happiness is printed with the cold kiss of time,
Time is suffocating in the arms of pain. As time goes by, your pain remains the same.
Oh, woman! You took the glory from my life! If before me,
Who is a liar in the bizarre experience of love? If there is anyone, it's not me.
You must not be cheated!
Oh, spring! You are a small migratory bird, you are our temporary guest, you
Sad songs reverberate in the poet's heart and among the oak trees!
It's another spring, and it's another May. The sunshine touches youth.
The poet's forehead shines on the world, the crown of the old oak tree and the trees.
Inside!
Translated by Huang Jianhua