57) The Spring
Wolran Kim
The season, that is never discreet
If the neck is broken unfortunately
To survive, crying at a house in mourning
Laughing at a banqueting house the next day
Look at the white-livered flowers
Just like the rising and setting sun by a day, the spring flowers
Bloom and fall toward the sky without shame
Setting their legs apart greedily
The swarm of anonymous butterflies flies in
Cheating at a party
It is the middle of the broad scarlet day