The red sun is dazzling, and under the eaves, lovers say goodbye to each other.
Yin watched Fusale mount the horse, looked at the young man's upright back, clasped his hands together, and recited a prayer.
The birds of Mount Kilo come and go, and the stars in the sky turn quietly. My beloved young Fusale, may you safely go through the flames and blood, and return in triumph when the spring flowers are blooming.
Intention: Ordinary people in troubled times.