A rose grows and blooms, it struggles through harsh soil
Reaching upwards towards the light of the sun.
A stag cantors through a gushing stream nearby,
The flowery, unmistakable scent filling his nostrils.
The stag sips at the pellucid waters, stopping for a moment
To listen to the sound of bullfinches chirping,
And watch the heron swoop down and catch a salmon in its beak.
Then he shimmies on, the remembrance of this moment
Lingering forever, until a couple of months later when
A ruddy-cheeked hunter in a bearskin jacket
Fires a bullet through his chest, penetrating his heart.
You were my one true love, and now you're gone.
But I'm happy, because, like that rose, you live on.
And though my own heart has been pierced, so do I.
We are both part of the same universe, the same society,
And I know you are out there making it sing.