After summer has departed, during
Starting to Yongmiri on the way,
The tinged yellow, fruits of the ginkgo,
Trees beside the road sway,
The migratory locusts are whimping incessantly,
Crying amidst the round graves,
And hovering above the trees, dragonflies
Lightly float on the breeze waves.
The scent of white chrysanthemums spreads
Ceremonial hall like the dart,
And the funeral procession in black attire
Dissolves the pain into the heart.
In childhood, when seeing a grave, it naturally
Evoked a little bit fear,
But not anymore, knowing the path
To heaven isn\'t far from here.
(Mar. 2024. Kinsley Lee)