Sihn-Kyung Lee
The mist goes down
And drew a sheet of drawing
The lake was confined in drawing
A moon in daylight which was hidden in the breast
Goes down on the damp drawing papers
And it dilutes the watercolors
The shadow of mountain dyed by the sunset
And it is so beautiful that,
It maybe because of loving the lake
When the darkness falls
The shadow is fade away
The twinkly stars were embraced on the lake's bay.
I will share the love
With the stars in the above,
And I am burying my soul in the lake.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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