They said sooner or later, this tree would rot.
The branches of blood relationship that should have spread splendidly
broke off like it had been pruned completely.
Therefore, that man had no other ways but to plant a new seed.
I would not embellish this with things like hope or beautiful words.
However, let's see to it that I return the favour to those who rejected me.
Before long, it grows, beneath the golden tree.
The man simply set his sight on ahead.