Autumn feelings

How many days are we apart
My dear friend, -

Wild rice has already grown
At our gate.

And the cicada
Already accustomed to the autumn season,

But crying from the cold
All night long.

Firefly lights
Extinguished the dew

In white frost
The branches are creeping vines.

Here I am
I close my eyes with my sleeve.

I cry, dear friend,
And I won't pay the tears.

LEE BO