Overlook the Ban-gu Pavillion

On an autumn morning, with tinted foliage, the leaves're welcoming

In the tranquil forest, it's heard the sound of branches rustling.

The river's calm, and spread wings the pairs of white seagulls'r descending,

In the clear sky, flocks of geese are flying together, and bowling.

On the battlefield, the legends of generals' merits are told to hear.

When the nation is in turmoil, we yearn for the wise names of wise premier.

He'd lived together with people the joy and sorrow and for people,

The old memory of Bangchon, now, I request the lesson like a candle.

(Mar. 20^th, 2019. Kinsley Lee)