Byung-Ki, Lee
It's cool by the wind, I'm going out the yard.
The sky o'er the west hill summit clear from the cloud.
Neatly, crescent moon appeareth with the stars.
The moon set in the west, only the stars glittering each other.
Where is my star? Whose star o'er there?
With silence stand alone, I am counting the stars.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)
(Original Poem, written by Byung-Ki, Lee)
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