IPA- 마중 (Greeting)

Love (is) too far,
if (you) cannot come, I will go
An evening longing for a word,
face to face, sitting together

Your dreams, gently
listening and telling my love
Perhaps longing is something
like a fragrance (we) lost long ago

What living is,
longing on the contented day
My dear, I’ll run ahead
and stand there as a flower