A name shattered to pieces
A name shattered in the void
A name that never replies
A name that I'll die calling
The one word left in the soul
To the last I couldn't pronounce
My Beloved
My Beloved
The red sun hovers over the hill
And the deer moan woefully
I'm calling your name
On a lonely hill
I call your name in great sorrow
I call your name in deep sorrow
My voice reaches towards the sky
But the sky is too far from the earth
Turn me into stone
I'll call your name till I die
My beloved
My beloved
by a Korean Poet, Sol-Wol Kim (1902-1934)
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