[Poetry reading] Wild chrysanthemum/No Cheon (Reading/Blue Fairy)

wild chrysanthemums/fleshy flowers You weren't in the hills How lonely autumn must have been. No one calls you queen Refusing to take advantage of spring's spectacular gardens I don't even know your name You are the servant of the lonely season I didn't want to leave it in the wild. Come back with the beauty in your arms I'll put you in a vase I begged him to grow up there The life I've seen in the field is lost day by day by day Your smiling face wanes The shining shape has one leaf and two leaf bottles. Every morning, there's more than a bottle of clear water Not a drop of dew in the field? You're finally in the wild field, in the familiar smell of dirt It should've spread and grown on its own The foolish hand that trembles with repentance I'll hug you again, withered and dried Blue sky, cool under the hill I came out to bury him. Wild chrysanthemum! There's your blue ceiling. Here is your cozy brown flower cushion. ​