When seeing me sickens you  
and you walk out  
I'll send you off without a word, no fuss.

Yongbyon's mount Yaksan's  
azaleas  
by the armful I'll scatter in your path.

With parting steps  
on those strewn flowers  
treading lightly, go on, leave.

When seeing me sickens you  
and you walk out  
why, I'd rather die than weep one tear.