Untitled translation (5): "in a hearty mode"
The day will come when you loathe me
and leave me;
Goodbye, that’s all, it’s over.
I’ll have them strew your road with
azaleas
from Yaksan in Yongbyon
Then be off with you
marching briskly
over those withered petals.
The day will come when you loathe me
and leave me;
you think I’ll cry? Not on your life. I won’t!