I will always be a grass.
originally
I am a spring grass.
Buds sprouting from the ground.
With unlimited power ...
Faith, ideal and self-confidence
Madness grows in my heart.
Full of hope for the future life.
But I am ignorant.
But jealous of the height of the tree.
So I indulge myself willfully.
then
I became a grass in summer.
I am young and strong.
Be baptized by scorching sun, heavy rain and strong wind.
Although cattle and sheep pass by from time to time and are eaten by wolves.
Can be trampled again.
No matter how big the setback is, I
I don't think so.
Can't stop the crazy speed.
At that time, there was plenty of energy
Until the dead of night
Straighten up and regain your vitality.
Always believe that tomorrow will be better.
Always believe that you can put the root
Through the thickness of the stone, into the depths of the sea.
Or let ignorance indulge itself crazily.
To pursue that fantastic ideal.
afterwards
I became the grass in autumn.
I was self-righteous at first.
Fight against wind and frost
I can lose the climate.
be unresolved/unsettled
A big fire is creeping towards me.
In the end, I was completely smoked.
I'm afraid I've made a fearless sacrifice
It's no use.
At this point, I am depressed and have no confidence anymore.
at present
I am the grass in winter.
That burnt face.
Full of heartbreak
Threatened by cold, snowstorm and freezing
That thin body
Worried about fireworks attacks ...
Even if you don't have the courage to expect a comeback.
Only that one is buried deep in the soil.
That tough root
The root of never admitting defeat
wait for
Spring breeze of life
When praying
A new round of rebirth