Reality disintegrates the fantasies of yesterday
Memories like the lightning, never to be turned on again
Seasons change their gloves
Smiles become familiar, not losing depth
I run to you ceaselessly, in the night
Where I have no spare awareness of where I belong
I run to your embrace, where the gorgeous stained glass
Of superficial time is broken, Hae.mi, where the artists resides
There I look for you in the canvas, there I spy you in the kindergartens
Where with moon sheaths and inlets of dream, I embark
Upon care, repeated in the lost souls of nomads, misadventures, that
Questioning feeling, have we ever truly been loved?
There are no deep roots in this world, only blood bonds
And the sanctuary of shared mind and heart space
There on the buds of time, I found Hae.mi, pure and sublime
Seasons change their cubs
Smiles become grave, wrinkles shine
And hair glistens white, I run to you ceaselessly, as if you were the night
Where I enjoy last comforts of the weary world
Where I entrust my vulnerability, my longing
For you, is the path of dream, the brightness of the rogue
Hae.mi, where the pioneers find, the last diamonds of life.
Wuji Seshat 