Grandma, where is your slenderness?
The blossom has fallen, spring cannot return,
Beauty was replaced by patience and wisdom,
To bring fruit in old age.

Not everyone will appreciate
Your efforts
To serve the good, to improve the world,
Not everyone will believe
In passionate love
Under the gray hair of wrinkled years.

“Pick and eat, I am glad to give myself,
For that is why the cherry grows in the garden,” —
Grandma explained and reassured, —
“And the tree will bloom again in spring.”