The pent-up anger-ful soldiers'
spear and swords were noising
Looking up the sky, Suyoung's
deeply lamenting and sighing,
On the floor of the bed in Sojangloo,
it sounded a cup's fallen, a nigh
Soldier ran and open
the gate and burst to cry.
(May,21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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