<B> Autumn </B>/ Song, Ho-Joon
/ translated by Shin.B.C
The sun lets its beams touch the winds softly;
The winds run away to a forest vacantly
After ringing the heart of dozing leaves surprisingly;
She, who reminds me of the image of autumn,
Is clear in my heaven like the lake;
Comfortable like the blue plumes flying over the chest;
I would like to cry wildly
If the poems such as pure drew stream;
Joy comes into my empty life
And my heart opens not being lonely,
How wet my tears may get!
When she is away,
Leave a piece of yearning there
For autumn to be colored
On the leaves;
Like her who resembles the petal of a cosmos,
This autumn which is bright inside me
Is unusually beautiful.