Married off, Princess Myeongbi
Endured frost in the barbarian's land,
How could she forsake and forget it? No matter
How shallow the grace of the mother land.
The king who succeeded the throne betrayed
His mother and broke his paternal promise,
As the Queen Dowager, in loyalty to her roots,
Harmed herself for obtesting he's bistomous.
For a thousand years, by the embracing wind,
Her bones, has beautifully worn away,
And the grasses that gather with one mind emit
A green fragrance over her tomb by today.
People these days, even when be favored,
Only act according to their profits,
Always thinking of helping the enemy,
Flocking together in a great house as the hypocrites.
(Jun,1st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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