The memory of a star
The love of a star
The loneliness of a star
The respect of a star
The poem of a star
The mother of a star.
Like your poem
I hope we can look up to the sky
And have not a single bit of shame
Like your life
I hope we can love all the things that are dying.
Sometimes, when life feels empty and powerless
I'll remember the lamp that brightened your dark rom
Why didn't I try to feel it? I only tried to memorize
Why couldn't I be brave? Why did I try to hide behind?
Because you had power behind the pencil rather than a gun or sword
You had to look at the sky and stars outside the cold window
So my name and my country will not be ashamed
I will go forth today
So I won't be covered in dirt.
The memory of a star
The love of a star
The loneliness of a star
The respect of a star
The poem of a star
The mother of a star.
A night when the wind passes through the stars
A night where I have lost the way
I'll remember, your night of counting the stars.
Like your poem
I hope we can look up to the sky
And have not a single bit of shame
Like your life
I hope we can love all the things that are dying.
Mouths that hesitate because they don't want criticism
Behind the generation that is walking back
I hate myself for hanging my head low
I'm Korean, I'm a Korean person
But I'm still afraid of the wind above the candlelight
A portrait of a wise man with no name, no country and guilt
Thanks to the comfort, he barely gets up
Like a child walking
because the night is dark
Your poem becomes the stars
It becomes the light that shines the square
The light that shines.
The memory of a star
The love of a star
The loneliness of a star
The respect of a star
The poem of a star
The mother of a star.
A night when the wind passes through the stars
A night where I have lost the way
I'll remember, your night of counting the stars.
1, 2, 3, 4
Counting each star in my heart
1, 2, 3, 4
No way of knowing the bruises on the arms.
Tracking his life
From Manchuria to Japan
My heart is slowing following
Thanks to someone
I can live in my country, with my name
Though you didn't know
You were a righteous and small yet honorable poet of this nation
The memory of a star
The love of a star
The loneliness of a star
The respect of a star
The poem of a star
The mother of a star.
A night when the wind passes through the stars
A night where I have lost the way
I'll remember, your night of counting the stars
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