In the Chinhae Camp
By the sea the autumn sun sinks;
Startled by cold, the geese pitch a camp.
Anxious, I toss and turn—
Only a dawn moon on my bow and sword.
Startled by cold, the geese pitch a camp.
Anxious, I toss and turn—
Only a dawn moon on my bow and sword.
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