By Eun-Sang Lee
The spring maiden is coming,
Dressed in new green grass clothes, and threw
The scent and a veil of white clouds, she's wearing
The shoes of pearl dew.
She's Holding
A bouquet on chest,
Whom does she find for coming?
On the path to find her lovely
Lad, if she pass in front of my house.
How curious it seems, possibly,
If she's coming to see me that rain douse?
As I feel
Foolish and perplexed,
Shall I go out and ask her?
(Jun.,13th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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