-In Memory of the Air-Force Pilot, the Father Myung-Ryul Park, and his Son In-Chul Park…
The hillside is dusky when the sun set in the west,
The riverbank the road lights flash on the dandy creased
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In early morning, whenever open the eyes,
It flows that the unrecoverable old stories, suddenly.
The autumn airs are whirling like the spring tides,
The regrets and sorrows surges upon to me.
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At dawn, through the open window embrace,
Whispers of weeping voices reach to my bed.
But down the park, to the grove I tread, where
The chorus of insects' hushes, silence spread.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon
On the night of the day when I came back
At same room, my skeleton was running after and lying
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Sah-Eon, Yang
Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon
The white washcloth is wrapped the black brains.
The white rubber shoes are hung on the rough feet.
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Hong-Gu, Heo
My dear friends! Ah! My friends who're genial and kind,
When I receive the obituary notice, my heart sinks to wind.
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The hottest summer and the coldest winter,
You're with the people who did not know by the order,
You'd fought with the soldiers who were from all lands
And offered your hand to the poor and shook hands.
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By the cliffs of the Baekma River, the shadows
Cast and darkly sway,
A vibrant splendor fades into the realm
Of dreams, far away.
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