The Azalea Poem by Kinsley Lee

Cause you are tired of me,
And if will leave me,
Then, without the words, I'll send you off, neatly.

The Airlie Gardens, the azaleas,
Pick the armful of the flowers,
And I'll scatter them on the road you are going, politely.

At every step and step to depart,
On the road heart.
Please tread on the flowers which are placed, lightly

If you leave me,
Cause you are weary of me,
Then, not. I'll drop the tears even though wither saltly.
(The original poem was written by So-wol, Kim and translated by Kinsley Lee)