The Way To Yong-Mi-Ri

It’s full of autumn tints on the way To the Yong-Mi-Ri, the leaves began to brown. To the hills and vales it’s not long, the way Was off the city streets and town. The ridges surrounded the open fields In softly and the sunlight shined in warm. Here and there, on the altars, the goldfields Were put and withered but bleached form. The dragonflies were flying as the autumn winds. I was standing between the tombs, and was seeing Their flying, and it filled me something, some kinds Of Love to my left life, by the fluttering. In my young days, I felt the fear on the way To the Municipal Cemetery, in old days but not now. To the cemetery, maybe it’s not long the way, On retuning the fruits were waving. And ciao! It’s full of autumn tints on the way To the Yong-Mi-Ri, the leaves began to brown. To the hills and vales it’s not long, the way Was off the city streets and town. The ridges surrounded the open fields In softly and the sunlight shined in warm. Here and there, on the altars, the goldfields Were put and withered but bleached form. The dragonflies were flying as the autumn winds. I was standing between the tombs, and was seeing Their flying, and it filled me something, some kinds Of Love to my left life, by the fluttering. In my young days, I felt the fear on the way To the Municipal Cemetery, in old days but not now. To the cemetery, maybe it’s not long the way, On retuning the fruits were waving. And ciao!