Cho-Nyun, Lee
Pear blossoms pure under the white moonlight
The Milky Way gleams at the midnight.
How, the cuckoo should know the spring time passion
In the heart which seethe with the spring sentiment.
To my heart,
Can't falling in sleep
Likely, I'm ill by the profound compassion.
(14th, Oct.,2023, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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