Hong-Gu, Heo
My dear friends! Ah! My friends who're genial and kind,
When I receive the obituary notice, my heart sinks to wind.
One must travel alone the path which lonely drawn,
When we meet those who've already taken off the body and gone,
What else is there but sorrow and pain to bear?
Let's not feel lonely or think to feel hurt, if we dare.
Let's live our lives and suddenly take off what it meant to be,
Someday we'll come as the wind, the sunshine, spring rain at cree,
If there's the relation, as the beautiful flowers, we'll meet in glee.
(6th, Sep.,2023, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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