나의 첫 Sonnet
Do I need to be here this sunny day?
You literally seems like a talking machinery,
Though no one seems to listen to what you say.
And your endless talk makes people drowsy.
Sometimes your gentle voice becomes lullaby,
And it may easily put people to bed;
And everyone is befogged with heavy eyes.
It may make people smart thoroughly.
Your talk will not be finished
Nor lose people until you are done,
Nor useless for people to be heard
You will live eternal lives in people’s mind;
So long as people can think and remember,
So long lives this and this gives us wonder.