“Where could I find the shrine
Of King Gongmin?”, asked at pavements
Next to the ruins of Gwangheungchang,
Under the shadow of apartments.
At Gwangheung Hall, the old pagoda tree
Gazes downward, didn\'t carp.
While atop the high tree, a small bird,
Like listen to the sound of harp.
Though there\'re victories in northern expeditions,
To the land where he succeded the accomplishments,
But failure in internal renovations,
Which left the country the impediments.
By apartments, the hill where he once painted
Is now surrounded deeply,
And the world\'s changed, but the river flows,
And still portraits recite, quietly
(Apr. 13th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)