Birthday Wish
Spring comes,
Bringing novel flowers
To this multicolored Earth,
A really wretched place actually,
If you know the awful truth about it
Spring leaves,
Taking some flowers with it,
Bestowing freedom
Upon these fortunate plants
Seventeen springs ago,
An ordinary flower blossomed
On this cursed land.
The worst of all curses,
Life,
Placed on this pitiful plant
And a fate worse than death
Seasons flew by
And the flower withstood
The immense force of the elements,
Debilitated by great adversity
Brought by the years
Now with spring close by,
If fate shall allow,
Hopefully this spring,
This dying flower will perish.
Its roots turned to ashes
And carried by the winds of freedom
To the promised eternal paradise
Rebirth
A garden greets my eyes
With its breath-taking beauty
And my suffering dies
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