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Traveller

Chapter 3. Story of Yunhwa island

An innocent man had to see a sin

Was heaven's meaning.

Because there was no place to hide his mind,

He who had to confine himself to a solitary island

Lamented as following.

 

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Letter sent to the fatherland

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What should I do?

What should I do?

Even though I know your destiny,

Not being able to tell you,

What should I do?

If I try to live with my eyes closed,

I fear heaven's meaning

If I try to live with my eyes open,

I fear the things of the world,

What should I do?

What should I do?

Having no place to hide shame and rage,

What should I do

with my anxious mind?

 

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Deploration

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Having formed clouds up in the sky,

Is it raining or blowing tomorrow.

The world’s human mind is dark,

So I do not know a single day's work.

Oh, oh, solitary time!

A man's mind has no place to go,

Hiding himself in a small island

That blue waves enclose,

Seeing the sky,

A day comes and just goes.

  

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Repentance

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Let us cry with a loving mind.

Let us cry with a lonely mind.

Let us cry facing the silence to have justice fall asleep.

Let us cry like rain

Let us cry like the waters in rivers.

Let us cry looking at the sky

Let us cry looking at the ground.

Seeing people’s mind of this land

Like a dark sea

Like a devil's hell,

Let us cry together.

  

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Exile

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I am a freeman.

My body is like the lord of a castle

My mind is like a sinner's.

I hung my heart’s ambition

At the main entrance.

At an isolated place on a small island,

Even a friend is not visiting,

Walls are keeping and watching me.

When I see myself

Cooking and doing the laundry,

Somebody is washing pebbles outdoors.

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Waterway

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At the nights

With no sounds of waves nor wind,

I sat up all night

Thinking of my country.

When the burning fire

In my heart rises,

When I try to ask the waterway,

The stars are smiling.

 

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Waiting

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Flowers bloom

Leaves sprout,

So has spring come?

Trees and plants!

Has spring come just to you?

I had a dream

In my childhood,

It was what I waited for

When day was dawning by the window.

Flowers bloom

Leaves sprout,

So has spring come?

Trees and plants!

Has spring come just to you?

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