On a lonely hill a plum tree shivers.
Fallen leaves, withered twigs stand in the winter chill.
The warmth of spring returns so quietly.
Its beauty and its glory are both restored anew.
The plum tree is restored to its prestige as the king of flowers. You must not lose patience because things will turn out well for you in the end.
An arrow is dispatched but misses its target.
Don't be disappointed or lose hope.
But wait till your lucky day come-
Then you will receive an enviable reward.