Sleet fell on the waters of Haecheon’s rice paddy.

The last time they spent together as lovers

Melted away completely, like a lie.

She thought of him whom she left in the meadow.

“How much longer must I wander along the edges of pain

To erase all the memories?”

If memories of love were sleet

Or a snowman lost in the wrong season,

The regrets are needless.

I just wanted them gone.

Only disillusionment is left in the lonely meadow.

An old love crosses the river of oblivion.

If only I could also cross this field of futility.