If you go away,  
Sick of the sight of me,  
I’ll let you go without a word.

But I’ll also gather by the armful  
The azaleas flaming in Yaksan, Yongbyon  
And scatter them in your path

Tread gently  
And lightly  
As you pass.

If you go away,  
Sick of the sight of me  
I will weep no tears, though I die without you.