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<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 pu..