I
This is a May carnation.
Bloom silently
Just to bloom your love
The crimson color on my body
Is the brand of your blood and tears.
My mottled silence
Is the casting of your love.
You, abandon your youth.
Just for
I can thrive.
The bitterness of the years
The embarrassment of life
Let you, old man
Wrinkles crawl on your forehead.
Time has bleached your black hair.
My growth drowned your youth.
Finally, you smiled.
The seeds you planted have blossomed.
A most beautiful carnation has blossomed.
thank you
My dearest mother.
It is the devotion of your great love.
Let me grow.
blossom