Long ago, in a mountain cabin
A beautiful new life is being born.
But Mom only has a silver bell
She hands it into the baby’s hands and passes away.
So, the baby is called the silver drop,
Holding onto silver bells
I was able to live with composure, cheerfully.
One day, even the sky seemed indifferent
Died in a desperate scream by a wicked tiger
He ends his short life.
However, in the mournful tomb of the silver drop,
Suddenly, a single flower bloom
The silver drops never die even if they die
The silver lily had bloomed once again as a flower.
‘Happiness Comes’ is love and truth
‘Happiness that will come someday’
From legend to eternity…
Even at the corner of the world, pure alone
Only modestly and elegantly
With a single dedication that is so precious and beautiful,
That’s how it is, the silver bell that has lived for a thousand years.
Despite its small, cute white exterior
That heart, so desperate,
Even though I harbored a deadly poison that refused to die young,
Never arrogant
Humbly bowing my head, just as I am
Even the barrenness of darkness
Willingly accepting and blooming pure white flowers
It is a silver bell that is truly true to itself.
Beyond East Asia to Northern Europe
As if embracing the whole world for a thousand years
That deep, deep fragrance that never dies even if it dies
Blooming like the hope of the world
Forever small but beautiful
At the end of that field, forever
My love, my lily of the valley.