The Park Of The Nodeul River Dock

The breeze blows, blueish river 
Flows proudly and fluently, like old days, 
The old trace's all erased, the bridge 
Stretches the hills on both ways.

In the park, the righteous names of fallen troops
Are etched in the memorial stone, 
In the shade of the trees, not saying a bird
Is pecking and resting alone.
(24th, Oct.,2023, Kinsley Lee)