²É (Flower)                                                             - ±èÃá¼ö

³»°¡ ±×ÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ÁÖ±â Àü¿¡´Â/ ±×´Â ´Ù¸¸/ ÇϳªÀÇ ¸öÁþ¿¡ Áö³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. (Before I called his name, he was merely a motion.)

³»°¡ ±×ÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ ÁÖ¾úÀ» ¶§/ ±×´Â ³ª¿¡°Ô·Î ¿Í¼­/ ²ÉÀÌ µÇ¾ú´Ù. (When I called his name, he came to me and became a flower.)

³»°¡ ±×ÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ ÁØ °Íó·³/ ³ªÀÇ ÀÌ ºû±ò°ú Çâ±â¿¡ ¾Ë¸Â´Â/ ´©°¡ ³ªÀÇ À̸§À» ºÒ·¯ ´Ù¿À./ ±×¿¡°Ô·Î °¡¼­ ³ªµµ/ ±×ÀÇ ²ÉÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í´Ù. (Like I called his name, according to my hue and fragrance, someone please call my name. I want to become a flower for him.)

¿ì¸®µéÀº ¸ðµÎ/ ¹«¾ùÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í´Ù./ ³ª´Â ³Ê¿¡°Ô ³Ê´Â ³ª¿¡°Ô/ ÀØÇôÁöÁö ¾Ê´Â ÇϳªÀÇ ´«ÁþÀÌ µÇ°í ½Í´Ù. (We all want to be something, an unforgettable glance/wink (not clear which is the right translation).)

Why is it so hard to like anyone? Why am I such a misanthrope? I'm so impatient, irritable, and unreasonably demanding with ppl. I'm really not looking for responses like, "No, you are a nice person" at all. I know myself. I feel like I have a poison running through my blood. I need to rid myself of it.