The flowers I bloom you can't always see
So my fruit must be extraordinarily sweet
In this earth, though you are not there
For your arrival
I poured out my lifelong thoughts and waited
Through spring and summer, from autumn to deeper autumn
A tree of figs surged over
The bulbous fruit is now full again
Pick a fig, in hand
There are flowers and fruits, and there are no flowers and fruits
If you are cruel enough to break the fruit
You see, it's all a cross-section of the heart
Fiery red passion came over me
A burst of aroma is a thousand words
Smack your lips and let out a sweet shout
If you take a closer look
The teardrops of the harvest are like the flesh of the fruit
The grains are crystal clear, like beads and diamonds
