|Green. Reproduced from bezzera.tistory.com.|
Walking through a rugged road,
I came across a small flower named Green
glittering like jewel, and
attracting with innocent and gorgeous scent.
Its memory became more and more vivid,
by and by it seized my whole heart.
Why couldn't I draw Green on my path?
Why couldn't I let Green know the fierce battle?
Because afraid of hurting Green.
I stared Green not knowing anything
with a shower of hided tears.
I tenderly buried the Green heart in the corner of my path.
And walked down the road again
with an irresistible yearning for attractive odor
burned into my memory forever.