The lyric of a pop song is now my song.
I am trying to sink my root deeper in order to be a flower.
How can I dance trying to get closer to her?
If only I could just watch her.
If only she won’t vanish in the morning fog.
She would give up becoming a butterfly
so as to remain a flower for me.
Then we are a couple of flowers
gazing at each other, hiding our desires.
It might be a beautiful picture.
But rather would we be happy
if we are plucked together and
being withered in the tap water of the vase?
Would we be happy
if only we could just watch each other
and feel good as we are?
No matter how beautiful it is,
if it won’t seduce me
with its fragrance,
if it won’t greet me
with its warm heart,
it would be just
a flower in a vase,
a unnecessary attraction to innocent bystanders,
a cheap decoration in a so-so restaurant.
The flower that was thrown in the garbage can
even before it was touched by my hands.
I’ve written poems for this flower, so
If I excrete it from my mind,
It will bequeath beautiful poems, but
the flower I dumped,
whose flower will it become and
be thrown away again?
‘Cause of my spirit of mercy,
It would take long to realize that
I’ve been trashed by the flower…
The fake vase that
has been holding
the fake water that
has been embracing
the fake flower –
it has been shattered into million pieces.
It was a fake, but
the fake held its own place and
brightened the house.
The vase knew it was a fake, but
a human-like creature I
don’t have even a question about
my being fake or real.
the fake flower that
had been drinking
the fake water in
the fake vase
was more beautiful
the real flower,
If I am more good-looking than
I will stay fake and
won’t have a foolish question
about my being fake or real.
Then I won’t be broken into pieces like
the fake vase.
Perhaps I am really real?
The fake is gone like this.
This flower is pretty and fragrant.
This flower is fake.
Dang! The scent is fake too?
Well, the scent must a fake you’ve made up.
Why is the fake flower in the water?
The water is fake too.
What?! Then what is real?
Maybe the vase should be real.
The real vase with a fake flower and fake water in it is real?
This fake follower brightens the whole house.
It has real good scent too…
This fake flower enjoys its eternal life.
Ah! It is more real than
A real follower that would be withered and thrown into trash
In a few days?
I come to know the reason –
Fakes are rampant these days.
Should I become fake too?
Well, I don’t know who my real I is.
Fake I am me.
Real I am me.
I am who I am.
However, there must be true real?