I see someone crossing a bridge.
He walks, stops briefly, and looks at the distant hills,
walks, pauses and does the same again.
A little later someone else crosses the bridge.
Passing with quick steps he is soon across,
gone without a trace. The bridge remains empty, alone.
Someone quickly crossing a bridge makes the bridge feel lonely.
He walks, stops briefly, and looks at the distant hills,
walks, pauses and does the same again.
A little later someone else crosses the bridge.
Passing with quick steps he is soon across,
gone without a trace. The bridge remains empty, alone.
Someone quickly crossing a bridge makes the bridge feel lonely.
Kim Sa-in, Korean poet