When you hate to see me  
And decide to leave,  
I’ll quietly let you go.

I’ll pluck an armful of azaleas  
In the Yaksan hills at Yungbyun  
To strew over your path.  
Tread softly on the flowers,  
Each step soft and silent.  

When you hate to see me  
And decide to leave,  
I’ll never never shed tears.