The chang'an's street
" I stand on the chang'an's street with tattered clothes and tattered hands".
I follow deep the fireflies, running barefoot among the sea of faces,
"I get out in the pitch of darkness".
Oh! My beloved now I can "only drink the northwest winds".
~Byeol
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North west wind: is a Chinese idiom for extreme poverty
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