That moon,
To save the moon that was shining reflected on water,
I heard Taebak Lee jumped into the water and drowned.
When everyone looks at the moon,
They are lost in memories
So they are immersed in nostalgia, writing poems and singing.
Someone said when they look at the moon,
They think of their lover or hometown,
But for me, thoughts of the poor hillside village arise above all and sadden me.
I am sure that those who have starved from hunger would know.
At the poor hillside moon village
Where people fastened their belt tightly
Lived while plowing a sloping field,
Struggling to live for once,
Biting down on their lips and making their minds firm.
My brothers who are living
Still stamping their bare feet in the snowstorm,
Shivering,
And envying the sun village in the city from the moon village, high up in the hills,
They come across my mind more vividly than the autumn moon.
