Chapter 44 over willow

Repeatedly knocking and asking the same heart, Pieces of rosy clouds have been burned to ashes, From one end of the street to the other, It is also the same dusk that rushes into the dust. Melancholy overwhelms all freshness, It's strange that I can still see it on the street Gwangyeon's entanglement emerges from the chaos, A willow tree hangs in front of the dead building!