Night is falling,
Look at these shadows that lie once again
Fluttering at the foot of the bed,
Dreams tearing apart dreams
Streaming blood
Blowing about like hail, aaahh . . .
Lonely masses of flesh Yes, we have crossed the streamwaters to come here. Drinking it mixed with the foam of gory tears, one minute with trembling withered leaves, one minute with severed currents, we have carried light of the last moon on our tired backs, yes, we have seeped into the ink-blank night. Our straw shoes seized and carried off by winds that once blew.

You sleep so long
Now through a dream's winding course
Wandering the virgin woods
In sandy bog or furrowed field
Find the straw shoes strewn about Yes, we were mist drifting peddlers, blisters clustered on soles bursting like fireworks in the starless sky, a path unseen by open eyes but with closed eyes desperately pursued, a glow extinguished by a bare foot in twilight, fickle lighting that soaks the tender flesh in cold rain

But, what can compare to those straw shoes
Racing to the Han river engulfed by the Imjin rivermarsh
The horizon of winds wailing en masse
Can compare to that mist

Now I'll try and close my eyes,
With closed eyes, I'll try and shake
Mother's river with whipping currents,
A dark world
For the sun has already set,
The wind rubs my eyes
Swollen from crying,
A few small stars
Secretly come my way.