Carnations/ An Old Hand Puppet Master/ That Fellow/ Roses and Guns

original poem 〈康乃馨〉
english translation by Jeats


A little girl was muddy on her cheeks 
Her hand reached out asking me for a bouquet of Carnations

“I shall tell my mom, I’ve got Carnations for her.”

She so happily turned around
Running towards the cemetery on the hill

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