One day, in elementary school class,
I learned this name.
That night I saw his black wings
Spread against the sky, like a parachute
A soaring feeling coming down,
Covering my little sister and me.
Alas, my sister tentatively crept into her bedroom
From under the garden walnut tree,
Entering the mouth of a giant crow.
Afterwards in an alien land, among the ruins of old architecture
On the wall of my heart I saw a crow
Suddenly take flight like a premonition of death
Like a cloud of crows, and I thought of my sister.
She had married a man,
And lived in a solitary short lane in the country,
In a small shop of sundries.