Hi-Kyung, Ryu
The clouds clearly departed in the blue sky,
The round moon only shines, lonely.
Resting my chin on my hand, in the empty
Pavillion, settling in night, tiredly.
Even amidst my old friends, many
Of'em not humble but noble, not shabby but succeeded.
What is it about this body that feels,
Stuck in mud with direly unheeded.
(May,7th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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