19

The Night Trip to the East Sea 

At night I arrive at the East Sea, 

the tides are on and I can see. 

Cold is the water, and it touches my up-rolled sleeves. 

The moon comes not against my heart, 

The strong wind and rain tries to break me apart. 

How many people by the bank sides, 

Have missed each other in the traps. 

I lunge ahead with the knives, 

To cut the head of the Dragon King. 

To fight with whales and sharks,

I fight through numerous tides. 

When returning I am exhausted, 

With the soul so much chilled. 

In surprise I ask about the scenes, 

Dawn has come and I am full of lovesickness, 

What she has gained is the winnings.