When you turn away from seeing me  
and go,  
gently, without a word, I shall send you away.

From Mount Yak in Yongbyon,  
azaleas  
I shall gather an armful and scatter them on your way.

Step after step away  
on those flowers placed  
before you, press deep, step lightly, and go

When you turn away from seeing me  
and go,  
though I die, no, not a single tear shall fall.