Choon-Soo, Kim(金春洙)
Before, when I call his name
He's only,
He is nothing but the gesture.
When I call his name
He cometh to me
And be the flower.
As I call his name,
Please, who call my name,
Which is fit to my fragrance and color.
I'd like to go to him,
Hope to be a flower for him.
All, we,
The something, hope to be.
Thou to me, I to thee,
A memorable eye-sign, I hope to be.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)
(Original Poem, written by Choon-Soo, Kim)
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