Chi-Won, Choi
In the fall winds, in hard heart
I only recite a poem.
In the world, there are few
To realize and recognize my poem.
Outside the windows, it rains
Until the middle of the night
I dream home far away,
Under the lamp light.
(Apr.,24th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem