A Confession Poem by Kinsley Lee

Dong-Ju, Yoon(Dong-Ju, Yun)

In the copper mirror, which the green rusts smeared,
Still my face was remained,
Is it the relics which was passed down some dynasty,
So it's disgraceful to me.

I'll summing up my confessions to one line.
- For what pleasure I'm looking for with livin',
For a month and twenty four years.

Morrow or the day after morrow, the one day when it pleasant day,
Another confession line, I must write addition.
- At that time, my young day,
Why did I shamefully speak a confession.

Night, on every night, let's cleanse the mirror
By my palm and my sole in bare.

Then the person who is walking alone under the some meteor,
The sad person's back
Will be appeared in the mirror.