°Ô½ÃÀϽÃ: 1999/04/13 ¿ÀÈÄ 11:57
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I dreamt a dream...my darling like a flower...the dream that I return
to San-Mae with thee...Thou, knowing him and knowing me, what do thou
hide?...
A swordsman looks for a place to die by himself...I`m Seollie, Taruga
Seollie. And you? Jinha...
At the time, a wind blew with a frangrance of jasmin from somewhere.
The boy and the girl at the same age of 14 hadn`t yet known that the
unfamiliar heartache was a dampness between the lonely ones...
Go help. I will listen here whether your sword will shine on justice..
Look, Uncle. Bi-Cheon-Gum-Bub, it was uncleaned by injust
bloods. And my Jasmin, too...
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Though winds blow, snowflakes scatter, and sad echoes fill my heart,
I`ve never had this long happiness since the days in San-Mae.
Yes, indeed, I try hard to put off the time of parting.
Shouting ways I haven`t achieved in a heavy breath,
seeing me and seeing her though you,
seeing the celestial nymph dancing to my flute in dreams,
I still dream happily an unattainable dream I`ve fancied for a
long time......
How many hours have you made a detour in life
to hold these hands again?
Is it such a big desire to have a dream of aging together
and of being buried together....
Your mother is not to blame.
But is my heart that guilty, longing to see her one more time?
I know...You don`t want to leave alonem do you? I also dread to
be left alone again.
Are jasmines still blowing in the wind like snowflakes in a poor
village near the Great Wall?
That is a wind...that is a purple sunset...spreading through this
fated land which anticipates a gust of a whirlwind...
that is a blood-colored song of affection and grief..
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°Ô½ÃÀϽÃ: 1999/07/20 ¿ÀÈÄ 10:04
°Ô½ÃÀÚ: ºí¶óµð(Vladi)
Á¦¸ñ: [Re:7]...
Hmm...Àúµµ ±â¾ï³ª´Â ´ë»ç ÀÖ»ç¿Í¿ä.
Da-ge(Great Brother), what the hell is a tian-zi(son of heaven),
anyway? We are all sons of men!
With a lotus in my heart--to hell!
Good-bye, sister...Good-bye, my love.
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