Even Su-Young passed away,
but remained her will under the cold breeze,
In this land, as a mother and as a wife, they stepped over
the hard and thorny trees.
They've endured for long time for fostering kids,
and guarding nation till now.
The spirits've been transmitted at the blood of the women
and is blooming again, now.
(May,21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem