Young-Jae, Kwon
The sea surrounded me, the ferryboat was the only way,
The little son caught a cold and he's thermally withering
Through the midwinter, frozen sea blocked the way.
One year son who passed away, and it hurt the heart,
My mother's life was filled with regret and sorrow,
Always the grief, it had owned the full of her heart.
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