Into the mysterious life and world,
Born a beautiful flower from above,
Out of the fusion of unconditional love,
To beautify the defiled, ugly world.
Incomparable is its unheard beauty,
Far beyond the imagination of any artist,
There will it wither away in no time,
For the weather is far too unfavorable.
Wither not away, Oh! Most beautiful flower,
I will ransom my own life for you to live,
As I can not blame enough the fortune of life,
Will you not have pity on it, the lord of flower?
I will ever hate the condition and weather,
That fail to save this most beautiful flower.
Why are you to take delight in its suffering,
Allowing it to blossom but for a short moment?
