Fiery love for a thousand nights,
Was sorrowful parting for tenfold days.
Without love, even abundant wealth
Is as fleeting as drifting dusts in the blaze.
The most precious thing is reciting a poem
And reminiscing the old memories, renewing to glow,
With Baek-seok. With poetry in her heart, when she left
The temple, descending with the falling snow!
(May,24th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem