The Path - Yoon Dong-Ju

I have lost it,

Though, I do not know what I lost and where
With hands fumbling in my pockets,
I go forward on the road.

Now I continue hanging around the brick wall

Which repeats of endless stones, stones and stones one after another.

With iron-gate tightly locked,

The wall casts its shadow over the road

The path flows through from morning to evening,

Then from evening to the morning.

As I look up at the sky while tracing the wall in tears,

Bashfully in azure the sky appears.

Yet I’m walking on this grassless path,

Because I’m abandoned on the other side of the wall
And because I live to seek what I’ve lost myself.