Tired of seeing me,
Gently and sliently I'll bid you go.
From Mount Yag of Yeongbyeon
An armful of azaleas I shall pick,
And strew them in your path.
Go now, I pray, with short steps!
Tread them softly with a light step,
The flowers which I have spread for you.
When you take your leave
Tired of seeing me,
Though I should die, I shall not weep.
This poem was written by Kim So-Wol in 1925.
I've fallen in love with it after hearing it in "The Greatest Love." A Korean drama I'm watching.
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