Jun was born before I was born, and I was born when you were already old.
You hate me for being born late, I hate you for being born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was born when you were already old.
I hate that I was not born at the same time, but I am with you every day.
I was born before you were born, and you were born when I was already old.
It's the end of the world for me, and the end of the sea for you.
I was born before you were born, and you were born when I was old.
The butterflies go to look for flowers, and they live in the grass at night.
The meaning of the whole poem is that I was not yet born when you came into this world, but you were already old when I came into this world. You hate God for letting me be born too late and I hate God for letting you be born too early. I hate the heavens for making us not born in the same year, on the same day, in the same month, day after day with you. I am separated from you by the ends of the earth and the sea, and I cannot see you. You and I might as well become butterflies and flowers, day and night with each other without separation.