On the day when I miss the stars
*Byoung-dal, Lee(1954 ~ . Korean poet)
Un-seasonal yellow dust
My chest suffocated
On the day I'd like to lean upon
even a stream of tears
I am gazing at the twinkling stars
in the night sky far in the distance
What the relationship with me
Makes me miss the stars every night
And why those stars don't sleep either
And often visit here
Longer ago than I remember
Maybe I
It's doubtful whether I escaped from that stars
Now If I am forgotten
How can I go back
The hills of life are steep
And on the day when the chilly bleak wind blows
Whether any code remains unsolved
I open the outer door of my mind
And I am looking up that mute stars
Upon waiting for a sign of lifeboat
-translated by Billy Kim
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