Yow Yi-woon 游爾奐
Stretch, across the plain.
Fathom the unlimited.
Dark was the day
when the chord dismayed,
fluctuated the tightrope,
meddled by waves.
Tears buzzed noises to the clear mind.
But the sun still rises and the sun still shines.
Dawn of summer turns tears to rain.
Stretched are the rivers across the plain.