Yoonjoo Cho
It sharply scratches through the darkness is the cat's cry,
It almost be a scream, waking me from my morning slumber
I realized that the cat's cry was my own cry,
Must sending you off, Even I'm knowing,
Yet wanting to hold onto your heart for a long time
The drops fallen on the lotus leaves, I'm gazing
Drip, drip
That droplets are rolling as the wind.
Which blending with the cat's cry. I'm absorbed in a strange thinking
Purr, Purr
A couple of cat, they come to my mind,
Which were gently rubbing.
It can't bear, the night breaks under the weight
Because even longing has its own magnitude no doubt
The damp dawn, through the crack of the shattered night,
Wanders along the mist, that thought it won't fade out.
(May,2023. Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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