Kim Sakkat met a group of young men in the village winehouse; they had a thousand pieces of gold on the table. Envious of their good fortune, Kim Sakkat succeeded in joining the group and getting free wine. He wrote a poem to mark the occasion.
A thousand pieces of gold are thrown away like straws
when a young man has a kisaeng in his arms;
human affairs pale by compare
when weighed against a midday jar of wine.
A goose flying distant skies
likes to follow the river;
a butterfly flitting through blue mountains
finds it hard to avoid the flowers.