"let us clean our eyes; let us see in another way; under the rain, we should see our friends; under the rain, we should look for love".
i saw not two trees become foe.
i saw not a willow,
sell its shade to the earth.
benevolently it shares,
the elm its branch to the raven.
wherever there is a leaf,
my passion blossoms.
translated by persica australis
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