The Spring

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