Untitled translation (6): "a melancholy song"

When you say goodbye
turn aside and walk away
I’ll say farewell
and not ask you why.

I’ll gather flowers for love of you
azaleas from some springtime hill
and scatter them beneath your feet
as you walk away.

Then go
crushing with your parting steps
my humble offerings of flowers.

When you say goodbye
turn aside and walk away
I tell you now that on that day
I’ll not shed a tear.