The snow falls,
covering youthful memories,
and a loving bloom,

Eleven thousand kilometers away,
shines, a thatched roof house,
surrounded by bright fields of barley,
with towers of glass rising in the distance.

Boundless waves, of a cold ocean
separates me
from my dream,

I pray to God, for a miracle,
to touch the land, I miss from
my youthful days,

To return home to you,
in the real world.
Is my hope, I mourn every day,

With spring snow melting,

To the nation of my youth,
With cherry blossoms blooming,
kneeling down upon my Seoul,

Thanking God, I'm finally home.

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splintered hands bleed ink
to carve stone hearts
gouging grace into
the cracks that once held peace

beautifying hell
in words that held a promise

maybe a dream
is meant to be forgotten
evaporated by the sun

music dances pretty
in the glittering reflection of stars
too far to see
yet too close to ignore

like ignoring them
would make them less profound
glimmers of hope, each one
flickering to their death
a billion lifetimes past

the night is a vision
of the afterlife
of proof that there is something
that remains
beauty remains
in words gouging grace
into stone hearts