Blossoms Falling

Blossoms Falling
                              Lee Hyung Ki

Beautiful is the sight of a man
who walks away
knowing when to leave.

My love that endured
One passionate spring
now withers.

Fallen blossoms scatter
Under the benediction of a farewell.
It is time to leave

Towards exuberant shades of green,
then soon towards fall
when fruits ripen.

My youth dies as it should: like a flower.

Let us part
On the day when blossoms fall
with delicate goodbye of outstretched hands.

My love, my bidding of farewell,
the woeful gaze of my soul,
that senesces like aged water in an old well.