옛 추억 Old Treasured Memory


Love of my life,
I'm here, just a little distance from you.
I can smell your breath,
and I can hear your smile.
Look at me—just for a moment—
before you burn out.
You, the endless whisper of my life.


We cross the one-third line, from time to time.
I rushed out to see the sunset—pure gold after the pouring rain.

And to see your face.
And to breathe you in.



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