Song-Yi
When they call, "pine tree, pine tree",
Then do you come to mind what kind of pine tree? "
On the cliff of a thousand fathoms
I'm a tall and exuberant pine tree, not the mathoms.
On the road,
Below the far cliff
By Woodcutter's sickle, how dare you wield to cut the big tree?
(Feb.,15th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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