It started from a bud whose features are not yet in bloom
Once it begins to sprout, every bee comes out and soar
As its splendor flourishes, so does one’s spirit arises
Then I happen to pass by this wonderful creation
At first I simply admired her unfading charm
But things changed and turned to obsessions
As I said, “I’ll get her no matter what it takes.
But time made me bid farewell to my precious flower
Gladness turned into and joy faded momentarily
Because what seemed to be mine was lost
In the end, my world came tumbling over.
I lost sight of my precious flower
Maybe she died and found peace
That I do not know;
For I found another worthy of my love.
