by Peter Lee, South Korea
To trip over the roots of a stone a mere life in broad daylight without a ray of light like a dark black rock Like a chain of cells that hold your breath. Surrounded by gray walls in the city, coming from a distant place Breathing in the air that doesn't know what to do. like a frosty window Looking up at the cloudy sky with the day running out When the dark night comes, in the quiet night sky The flowing Milky Way. shining star flying downward With a flock of fireflies. coming from far away The chirping of grasshoppers and cicadas. without a moment to miss It's just one time. burning chestnuts A myriad of red and yellow. It's spreading from here to there. Loud mechanical noise and noise. a forgotten landscape of the old night sky Ah. The forgotten landscape of the old sky, The forgotten landscape of the old night sky I miss you.