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2010.02.23
) 80 - (ߡ) () ()
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If you become a father,
you will be able to understand it.
Though spring comes,
My hands and feet are locked.
I can't go to the flowering window.
Even if winter comes,
I cover myself with a single-layer quilt.
I can't warm my heart friendly.
Though morning rises,
My body is like a wad of dripping cotton.
I can't stretch myself freshly.
Even if night falls,
My consciousness is sane.
On snoring, I wait for tomorrow morning.
I turned eighty.
My body is like a firewood.
But, I can hear the far-off footsteps.
My brain is functioning normally.
My hands and feet are like a disabled robot.
But, I can grip even a little warmth.
While expecting that my sons will come
I stare at the entrance of patient's room
with my stiff neck.
Though I wait eagerly for my sons,
he behave coldly towards me.
After a while the guy went out.
Nevertheless, I wait for my sons.
I wait for the footsteps of the guy
with all the strength.
written by hwan-woong, chung.
translated by hwan-woong, chung.
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