Wait a long millennium
A small but delicate hope
At one moment, I suddenly burst into surprise,
Before even feeling the world
Seeking the path of regeneration
As if dreaming of a thousand years again
Lily of the Valley quietly walking along the back path
After the fairies held a night festival,
I hung a cup on a grass stem and left.
That became a flower
Bowing my head, I cling to it after being shy.
Even though that little good rings
Releasing only that rich fragrance
Muguet who truly longs for me
That fragrance is so noble
Only pure and graceful
Never die even if I die
Mysterious like a thousand-year-old legend
Celebrated with sacred blessings
Like Sully, an eternal fragrance
Lilies of the valley thrown to me.
Indeed, even while waiting for a thousand years,
To bloom
Through countless hardships and adversities,
With just small but subtle flower buds,
‘You will definitely become happy,’
Relying on oneself
My love, Sunaebo lily of the valley.