I don’t want to think about anything
At the end of the day, I’m just walking alone.
Under the dew-wet fragment moon
Only a sigh of anguish sees him off.
Take out the pain of only empty hands
Excuse yourself for being sad
I couldn’t hide my crying
I ended up wearing mourning clothes today as well.
Even my imagination turned to stone
It is becoming a Mangu stone.
The leaves whose names are unknown
I look at it with eyes full of sneering.
The drooping branches of the tree
It’s like long hair that has been loosened
The stream that crosses the stone tomb
I am sobbing because I can’t stop.
The end of a sad day is
Perhaps, it’s just a complaint in the dark
Even the wind blowing in the starlight
One day, it passes by with love and hate.
How far should we go like this?
It was an aimless step, but
Still, as I walked hard,
At the distance, the dawn was dawning.