Flowers and still want

Flowers and still want

Still I want to be a flower.
Swaying in the wind Small
Deep in the night rain
I want to live a sobbing heart.

If the moonlight coming to find cricket
Holding one of the poems
Melted under the moonlight favorite
Wet and moist nostalgia
Remember that sometimes the forgotten love
I want a beautiful woman.

Do not call me Auntie.
This is a beautiful woman over flowers
Jeomuneun the Middle Ages
Nicely I want to live
Dao call me woman.

Dao call my name.
You call me a lovely Dao.

Sometimes drunk a glass of soju
Although groggy or
Stepping on fallen leaves baseurak distance
This beautiful chest of the Middle Ages
Dao recall that wonderful woman.

In yet a gentle man
The distance is sick breasts age
While crossing the river of time without sound
If your lips are like the petals dalssak
Sarubiah scent pouring age

Now, do not call me Auntie
Give'd call that you want to love her.