Somewhere isolated, at the bottom of a canyon fissure
There are some wonderful treasures growing in the world
I don't know how many years have passed
I only know the stars appearing above the crack
Never more than 100
I carefully counted each herb
But I have never gotten a perfect answer
I probably know that I am a medicinal herb
Every day, a man with an indifferent face
He will water me and help me instill spiritual energy
And every day, I
I can only look at the distant cracks
Guess the world outside.
I heard him say,
Why haven't you transformed yet?
I also want to become human
Go see the world.
Until a man dressed in black appeared
He took me away,
And if possible, I wish he had never appeared.
Intention: Carefully consider between failure and success.