Don't run out to the dock. The dock is wet with rain;
my heart is blazing with the sorrow of departing and resentment for being deported.
Oh, my beloved girl at the harbor of Yokohama,
don't run out to the dock. The rail is wet with rain.
“The weather could've been better at least . . .”
Beginning of the poem
The Pier of Yokohama under the umbrella
Jiwon Shin
