Before I called his name,
he was nothing
more than a gesture.
he was nothing
more than a gesture.
When I called his name,
he came to me
and became a flower.
he came to me
and became a flower.
Like I called his name,
will someone please call my name
that suits my light and fragrance?
I, too, long to come to his
and become her flower.
will someone please call my name
that suits my light and fragrance?
I, too, long to come to his
and become her flower.
We all long to be something.
You, to me, and I, to you,
long to become a gaze that won’t be forgotten
You, to me, and I, to you,
long to become a gaze that won’t be forgotten
-Kim Chun-Soo (1922-2004)-
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