Through snow-pouring fields and windy mountains,
People walked on feet, as the porters and portresses.
The burdened could not go after horses,
So they paused and tried to build, fortresses,
Bewoo, trying to block the pursuers,
But sadly he's fell, to be the red flowers.
Again, people forgot their sorrow
And Tae Cho-Young led people and people're followers.
(May,17th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem