A symbol of luck and abundance
My love, Marigold,
Generously living just one year
Even if you bury yourself in the ground and let yourself rot,
Softly, I extend the ancient bird again,
With the mystery of conceiving flower buds,
It often approaches me.
Because you can leave without regrets.
Just silently, just without a sound
Only, without forgetting that day
Always seems to prepare a beautiful session
Not hesitating to find even one corner of the world
Only keeping one’s place
Even if we die, we do not die, blessing the seasons.
Even the pain of rain, wind, and blizzards
With only the comfort and will that be willingly given,
Never back down with confidence
Even the resentment and regret of a short life
Completely detached without leaving a single thing
Like a sublime magic in one ‘s own
It is brilliantly revived in orange and yellow.
Coming out of the dirt and returning to the earth
Until that day, “Happiness is only when it will surely come”
A short but regret-free glamorous life
Until the day I remember myself
Burning with the golden passion of endurance,
A small but beautiful cluster
Cheongju and calendula take full responsibility.