For you I had to trample my pride,
To be wild flower rose-form had to hide.
Conventions? I never abide by those,
Self-exile is much better for this rose.

Is life impossible without human being?
Let me be lonely desolate just for seeing.
O refined social norm! Call me not,
In a spring I will again open my closed slot.

If I am swept away by the tide of time,
If spring forgets to chant lovely rhyme,
Then I will fly to another milky way,
Only moon will accompany me that day.

The earth doesn't need magical moon-light,
Let the rivers dance at pitch-dark night.
O earth! Get satisfied with your selfish civilization,
Make painful humans weep by your tricky polarization.