The Tear Are Stronger Than The Liquor Poem by Kinsley Lee

In-Hwan, Park

Drip, drip, it likes the tearing,
The night whenever the leaves are falling,
I try to hold my mind in sorrow,
Which was fallen down treading on your shadow.

This way stumbling,
That way rambling,
So I endured the parting.

The farewell could not fruit itself
That is my fate, too, myself
And again I won't weep, pledging myself.

Cannot forgetting you in sober,
So I begin to drink the liquor.

How dare know that you deserted the lover,
In every night, I am drinking,
That is not liquor,

That is the tear which are stronger than the liquor,
Eventually, I have fallen with zonking

Out, the longing, which are deeper
And deeper than the passing.