An illustration for the poem by Yun Dong-ju

“Everywhere the sad autumn drops like maple leaves,
yielding its place to the spring.
The sky spreads beyond the branches.
As I gaze at the sky, a blue pigment dyes my eyebrows.
When I touch my warm cheeks, a blue dye stains my palms.
I look at the palms again. A clear stream
flows along the palm-lines, reflecting a face
sad as love – fair Sunny’s face. Enraptured,
I close my eyes. The clear stream still
reflects the face and as love – fair Sunny’s face.”
-Yun Dong-ju