Today is the eve of Chuseok day, quietly passed by, in the rain
And now the empty shops which means that the economy is going to wane.
With the sun setting, surrounding's dim, and raindrops're melancholically falling.
But tomorrow'll clear, at east sky, and I hope to see the moon'll be rising.
(Mar.26th.2024. Kinsley Lee)
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