Till peonies bloom
I'll still wait for my spring to come.
When peonies drop laboriously
their blossoms one by one
I’ll then be drowned in sorrows for my loss,
spring’s gone.One day in May as it was so hot and humid
When even fallen blossoms were prostrate wilted,
Without a trace peonies vanished from this world
And had my soaring thrills to sorrow twirled.While peonies wither as they may, with them my year’s all gone.
Year round for the rest, all the way I'm weeping crestfallen.
Till peonies bloom,
I'll still wait for spring, splendid but yet sorrowful, to come.Till peonies bloom / Kim Yeong-nang