Grass, too, has its bruises.
Petals, too, have their bruises.
Walking across a field that I used to walk with you,
I sit to watch the changing evening colors
as leaves of grass speckled with bruises wave their hands.
It’s the petals with many bruises
that have the sweetest scent.
풀잎도 상처가 있다
꽃잎도 상처가 있다
너와 함께 걸었던 들길 걸으면
들길에 앉아 저녁놀을 바라보면
상처 많은 풀잎들이 손을 흔든다
상처 많은 꽃잎들이
가장 향기롭다
