" Leave the Weeping heart of mine behind,
Go through the way ahead that awaits your laughter filled with joy.
Listen not to the Songs of love that trees and birds may sing beside,
... Think not of heart left behind anymore, as seasons shall thaw
the elements of the withered heart unto the mother earth,
leaving no sign that a loveful heart existed here.
But my heart will rise again seeking the help of raindrops
And become a tree that stays blossomed ever.
And if you pass through this way again in another life,
I will rain as the spring blossoms on the way for you to walk. "
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