Dr. Syngman Rhee
Republic the 2nd year, November 1920,
To be a far guest, seeking a journey from Hawaii, secretly boarded
The ship. Within the tightly planked and sealed cabin, the hearth glowed warmly,
Its wooden walls like iron fortresses, inside the darkness is casted
By tomorrow's dawn, the mountains and rivers will be far, out of reach.
But how monotonous will the passing years be before this night is o'er?
Over the Pacific Ocean, lightly drift on the fair winds and forereach
The others. Who could know in this vessel the other world is near?
(Mar.4th,2024 Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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