By the winds the branches rustle with sound
And the late winter air is chilly,
The car is quiet, and thick clouds catch
The falling moon, silently.
The streetlights on Wonhyo Bridge cast
The dim light to darkness on the road,
And at Noryang Market, the shop owners chatter
And work from night on the road.
Before sunset, returning and in the morning mist,
Yet the birds\'re their nests,
And neon-signs gleam, as the sun rises and people\'re already
Out in the shops no rests.
No matter how dark, the river fog
Obscure the world\'s eyes and tow.
But when morning comes, the spring sun
Will rise soon with morning glow.
(Mar. 19th, 2024 Kinsley Lee)