Wild pink,
you have lived a life of being stepped upon,
on the isolated road

Sorrowed by your painful wait,
a moment passing is heartache.

Your cheeks are reddened
by the morning sunset.

There are nights filled with stars
where you are mourning in grief.

The streaming wind cleanses and heals
the cheek scratched by wild thistles.

Your figure is sorrowful,
standing alone like the spirit of a slave
on the isolated road.

Goodnight.
The lover waiting for tonight
will come back to your embrace
and knit your beautiful dream road.