Kam-Hong-Ro Poem by Kinsley Lee

It's time that ginkgo leaves are dyeing
And Kam-Hong-Ro're growing ripe
The perfume of the spirituous liquors are spreading,
And the winds blow the maple leaves to sipe.

In the field, the fallen leaves are rolling
And in the bar, the people touch their glasses.
And the western sky is redly glowing,
And the lights shine over the glasses.

For a thousand years they have distilled liquors,
There'd been many songs and dances along the rivers.
And there‘re various gins along the rivers
And hills, and there're many gin makers

Luckily the traditional gin's been reborn,
The people could not but cheer with the gin,
When walking in the autumn leaves in Morn
Light, and felt the scent of the djinn.

Kinsley Lee