I know nothing but love
Roses are vivid, even dreams
You called me a thief,
Bamboo that fulfills its responsibilities is like
He called it ‘Little Sunaebo’.
The me, who only knows today,
The daytime moon, unaware of the passage of time,
I was once called an idiot,
Shooting stars flashing through the darkness
He said it was a small stroke of luck.
I know nothing but joy
The wind, unaware of sorrow
He was called a comedian who tasted honey,
The newly blooming white clouds
He said it was a small happiness.
I only know about success,
Morning dew is like morning dew without regret
I said I was a fool with only pain,
The evening sunset dyed red makes me
He was called a little hero.
I know only the truth,
The river water, unpredictable by luck,
He was said to be a monk of asceticism,
That mountain, which knows everything,
It was a small blessing.