The Waiting Room
내가 기다리는 방엔 꽃이 시든다.
그래, 꽃들은 늘 피고, 피어난 꽃은 언제나 진다!
The Lotus flower fears
before the suns splendour,
and with drooping head
she dreamily awaits the night.
The moon, he is her lover.
He wakes her with his light
and to him she happily unveils
her devoted flower-face.
She blooms and glows and shines
and stares mute in the heavens.
She exhales and weeps and trembles
with love and love's pain.
The Lotus Flower, -Robert Schuman
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