[ Crescent Moon ]
I came anyway,
It took a long time to meet you.
Inside the house with a wide yard, I saw her reflected in the window.
Forget-me-nots swaying in the spring breeze become a bouquet in my hands, on both sides
It shook.
It was she who tied my feet, which were about to run away in joy.
It was tears that were shed.
Her sorrowful cries can be heard even through the window
The sound of crying,
He turned his gaze away from her, facing the low wall in front of him.
His smile, which had been bright with joy at seeing her, became expressionless again.
Until his face was crumpled with pain,
I sat down in front of the wall and watched the butterflies fluttering their wings as they passed by.
Swaying in the river ahead
I think I was watching the willow leaves.
What should I do with you?
What should I do?
I can only hear your sad cries from outside.
He looked around for a while, then suddenly heard a sound and turned his head.
Turned.
She was coming out into the yard, rubbing her reddened eyes.
I squinted my eyes briefly in the sunlight, then tapped the wet laundry with my finger a couple of times, picked it up, and shook off the moisture.
Then he chewed his small lips with his teeth and sighed.
It was an appearance.
.
.
.
10 years.
Her face has worn down over the past 10 years, and has some added features, so I
I thought he was a little different from the people I knew and that it wouldn't be easy to approach him.
Perhaps she had forgotten me too, I thought, as was convenient for me.
[Just leave me as...your fiancé]
[I will return, in a time that will not tire you]
You must be tired.
Moreover, I was also tired during those years of longing for her.
The things I said to her must have been true words now.
It doesn't matter whether that was my true intention or not.
Pointing the gun at the enemy, throwing fire, for my country
How did she spend all that time working hard in that corner of the room?
Are those tears directed at me?
Is it a longing for regret for the past days spent waiting for me in vain?
"...What should I do now?"
I just sat there quietly, smelling the spring air and passing the time.
Eventually, all the actions she was doing stopped and it got dark.
Until night comes.
I never found the answer.
-
“You should have come. You should have come even if you had to get scolded by me.
Even if I was cold to you.."
"...I'm not used to being hated."
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as she held his head in her hand.
It flowed down.
My efforts to wipe it off with a handkerchief were in vain
His breath was ragged and he coughed,
I repeated these things without any sign of improvement.
"How can you not give me a chance to hate you... Why do you always do this when I've waited so long for you?
Are you saying that you are taking a step back?
"...I always make you cry. Maybe I am...that good of a person
No, it seems like that."
"..that's it now..."
This man makes me so angry, the reason I waited so long for him
What could it have been?
"..Yeah, I feel like I just make you cry every day."
I guess I wanted to see this playful expression on this man's face.
The warm smile that greeted me, each awkward action, each passing gesture.
Nothing that could reach me.
Makes me love you.
"..You're going to make me wait again for the person who leaves every time I want to see you.."
"Let's not wait any longer..."
He coughed badly.
The red blood splattering all over the dirt floor squeezed my heart.
I quickly hugged him and somehow took hold of his weakened arms.
I caught it.
“No, what right do you have to say that to me..”
"...I tried it and found that waiting was quite sad, lonely and longing.
This is it.."
"...knowing that...knowing that so well..."
He laughed.
Why am I happy?
His eyes were losing focus.
I held onto his slipping mind and stroked his cheek as if to let him go.
His entire body, with the bullets lodged in it, looked like an incorrigible doll.
The fact that there is nothing I can do is that every second of this moment passes by
It was painful.
"I took your time and I can't pay it back.
I'm sorry..."
"No.. Don't go like this.. Not yet. I want to say what I want to say.
Not yet..."
"If only I had a little more courage..."
I wouldn't have gone back like that that day.
I will turn your crying shoulder and pat you, even if you hate me
Even if I had received it... I would have done it that way.
Born as a piece of a country that is being torn apart from above and below, and as a piece of that
I was sad to leave without being able to do my duty properly.
At the same time, my time living as that piece turned to ashes.
Her past times too.
"..."
He still laughed.
And a tear fell from the corner of his eye
It flowed down.
I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Tell her you love her,
The most I can say as I am dying is
It was a terrible curse that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Well...it's a good thing you don't have the courage to say that to me.
She shouts something at me.
Can't you hear me? Why am I the one who only causes you pain until the end?
Ah, I will be her tears until I die.
The sky behind her was as blue as yesterday, with the same white clouds floating, and a lukewarm breeze blowing once again.
-
"under..."
I woke up, gasping for breath, unable to take it in.
At the same time, a strong feeling of pressure washed over her like a wave.
I held the blanket in both hands and tried to soothe my aching stomach.
At the same time, tears flowed from both her eyes.
While I was sleeping, I was wondering what I was doing and I roughly rubbed it with my hand.
"Why are you like this again...who are you to do this..."
I was sad.
It just hurt and hurt.
A memorable experience for her who is struggling with the hardships of life
Even though there was no such thing as romance or love.
I would occasionally get sick like this once or twice a month.
As if she had to, she did it endlessly for no reason.
I wiped away the tears that were flowing down my face.
“...How long will this continue..?”
I covered myself with the blanket from head to toe and closed my eyes tightly in excruciating pain.
I think I had a dream. I always wake up and can't remember it, but
As if it was deeply engraved in my mind..
She forced herself to sleep as if trying to forget the pain.
Because this was the only thing I could do.
It was bright outside the window for the first time in a long time.
I was going to hang curtains, but I didn't have time so I ended up not hanging them.
A large crescent moon was visible outside the window.
She loved looking at the crescent moon.
Everyone likes the full moon, but I don't know why I like that moon.
Just looking at it makes my heart feel at ease.
I tried hard to calm my aching heart again.
Maybe it will be okay.
It'll be okay in the end.
-
"..over there..."
What are you doing?
She glanced outside the house and shook her head.
Here too, the back of his head was visible. It was so clear, so then,
There's no way it wouldn't be visible even when I hung the laundry out to dry earlier.
I just peeked, waiting to see when you would come.
It seemed like you were trying to come in earlier,
She looked up at the sky with a sullen face.
“..It’s a crescent moon again.”
The moon always rises on the day he comes.
I wanted to think like that, so I wished he would come every day when the new moon rose.
Even in the weary years of waiting for him once or twice
But I was happy thanks to that.
"..neither coming nor going..."
What do you want me to do? She laughed.
Even though we are sitting apart like this, he or she
Because in the end, we're all looking in the same direction.
If you look at it... someday you will reach it.
I closed my eyes quietly like that.
Today, I listen to his footsteps moving away, feeling regretful that I couldn't reach him in the end.
"You'll come again," he said, smiling with anticipation.
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