By Cho Yeon-dang, Min Eun-suk
Between the trees and trees,
There stands a tree in its prime height.
More crimson than spring flowers,
And brighter than the evening glow's light,
A single leaf
Of poetry which slops,
And the whole mount gaily stirs with quite.
(Mar.,4th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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