Inside the meaning of ourselves, the poets and songwriters look.
Just the thought of tears makes my spirit hurt!
Always looking, never seeing the words through the rain.

After the dogs of summer stop barking the dreamers breathe,
After the rain of the evening, the poets and songwriters learn.
In the stillness and cool-ness the dreamers rejoice!

All the ghosts have begun humming again.
Beside the river of tears, my mind thinks.
After the rain, sunny memories sing!


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Where is the misty street?
Action, exhaustion, and noise.

Noisy, cold guys calmly shove an old, small car.
Faith is a grimy street.
Where is the misty car?
Where is the grimy street?
Why does the guy shrink?
Work, anger, and love.

Hoods walk!
The rain runs like a cold hood.
Ooh, hope and faith!

Rainbow buses ride the streets.

Cars talk!
Streets run like cold doors.
Hoods stop like noisy sidewalks.
Action is a black cab ride.

Why does the sidewalk shrink?

Where is the fast cigarette?

Never fight a flower.
Cherry blossoms in spring.

Splendid, bustling night market, Dongdaemun
Bright nights of food and fun.

Arirang playing out loud.


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Standing here,
Looking at the stars,

Thinking!

How can I send my
Love to your heart?

I plant red roses for you at my life's end. Hoping one
Will find its way for perfection to hold one day. Roses
Travel so far
Across space and
Time. Roses awake every Spring
And sing their song of beauty all summer long. I send my love to you Across time and
Space,
To hold close to your heart to
Say I love you

I stand here looking at the stars. How can I send my
Love to
You to hold close to your heart one day?


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This night is so dark, as dark as storm clouds,

Without your shining light!
I don't remember who I am,

The cold winter winds blowing,
Are making my heart feel so cold,

The afternoon breeze shook
The branches of the trees,
Leaves, fall like tears,

Where has the warm summer gone?
My heart feels so cold, as cold as winter winds,

This countryside looks like a painting,
With dark storm clouds,
Without your bright shining light,

The night is so very dark,
Without your shinning soul to warm my heart,
I don't remember who I am.

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