Across from the Busan Station, in Choryang-dong, at the city of core.
Rare are the people passing by at 8 o'clock on an early night,
It looks dark bars, here and there, extinguished their light.
Late fall-wind knocks on the door, be a customer of the dark store.
(10th, Jun.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem