The air has changed over the night.The sun still rises in the East, but from a little different direction.All the trees on the hill of Yang Han Jeong have begun to drop their dried leaves on the ground, signaling the coming of Autumn.At the hill, there is joy of Earth out of Heaven of the trees. The voice of the sunshine The voice of grass and of the trees The voice of a bird in the sunshine, singing to me that which I long to hear. Messages, messages of a changing season.In the sky, cotton white clouds drift together, decorating the vast horizon of sky with their own mystic beauty, pleasing all the living creatures on Earth with joyful and peaceful energy.Oh! beautiful sky and space!May your beauty glorify the Earth with peace.
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