The Rose of Sharon, with one heart, gave
All her strength, for the nation, and for surroundings.
But no matter how noble the aspiration, and loyalty
To nation, but it withered with betrayal by surroundings.
The Rose of Sharon, by destiny, should
Have known red and white, bare
In mind. But the ignorance of the subordinates' left it
In bottomless sorrow, choking with despair.
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