The late fall day, from the hilltop of Choryang-dong, the scent of chrysanthemums wafts,
The shadows of the autumn colored mountain gracefully embrace the temple.
In the distant harbor, ships are coming and going, along their paths
Yearning for their return, the soundless the wind chime bids farewell on the eaves of temple.
(11th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)