Self Portrait
Yoon Dong Joo
Turning around the corner of a mountain and
Reaching a remote well, I look into myself lonely.
There are bright moon, flowing cloud,
open sky, blowing blue wind and autumn in the well
And there is a man
Somewhat the man seemed detestable, so I left
Thinking while leaving, the man
seemed to be poor
Going back, the man was still there
The man seemed to be detestable again and I left again
Thinking while leaving,
I missed the man.
There are bright moon, flowing cloud,
open sky, blowing blue wind, autumn,
and a man like a reminiscence in the well.
