Poet Lee Un-jin's second poetry collection, "The Night I Draw Tarot Cards," has been republished in a revised edition.
In his commentary on this poetry collection, critic Lee Seong-hyeok praised "The Night I Draw Tarot Cards" as a rare and good poetry collection these days.
This collection of poems features a lyrical subject, a woman, as the main character, and shows her inner conflict and sorrow through clear images, while at the same time securing the poet's unique individuality, making it possible for a vivid reading experience.
He also evaluated the strength of this poetry collection as the fact that it goes one step further than the world of poetry in the first collection and shows the constant questioning of the origin of one's life in neat and flowing poetry.

In his poetry collection, the poet constantly strives to understand the unending questions, sadness, and pain about his own existence through poetry.
Even if the end of that effort is not hope but endless pain and unending sadness, the poet promises not to stop walking back to his rock.
In this poet's attitude of pushing up the heavy rock of poetry and life, we see the figure of Sisyphus.
Even the poet's willingness to redraw the tarot cards that contain his own destiny clearly shows what his own way of embracing sadness and pain is.

In Mongolia, when a dog dies, its tail is cut off and buried.
In the next life, I want to be born as a human.

I wonder if I was born as a human
What prayer did the owner who cut off my tail bury me with?
I quietly touch my tailbone.
I lost my tail and what did I gain from being human?
Something like the expression you make when you lie
It seems like a time when you have to fight sadness for much longer than a dog
When I was a dog, would I have wanted this?
I wonder what it's like to be human
The red sun setting below the horizon
The Milky Way rising in that place
Forgetting the speed of the wind that ran across the meadow, driving a flock of sheep
And forgetting the nights of the Gobi Desert
Did I really want a life more lonely than that night?
Tracing the trail of where the tail had been
I think of my tail rolling around in the sand dunes
With the sad blessing of the owner who cut off the tail
At least I got some emptiness
I wonder what to do with my dog's tail.
---From "Sad Reincarnation"

When you turn over a tarot card
The expressionless fortune teller told me
It's like Sisyphus pushing up the rock of sorrow.
He said I must return to my rock forever

Beautiful season
Come from the east and go west
Even though birds move their homes to the south and north,
The rock will be stronger than my destiny,

At that time I
A place where even stars fall for no reason
In this life where I crash-landed
I wrote my name in capital letters of sadness

Sadness is as much in the heart as in the mind.
In life as much as in the body
Become an extension of me

Between the rolling rock and me
No matter what I built, it never became a strong wall to overcome my sorrow.

A trivial evening where I want to laugh and miss
A day I didn't know I loved so much
Who took it from me forever

To the rock that waits for me in a place I don't want to go
What makes me go back and back and back again?

A night when each tear rolls down like a rock

My destiny tarot card is like a god's humor
I painted over it several times with colors that did not mix with sadness.

---From "The Night I Draw Tarot Cards"