Hye-Kyung, Lee
Do you have any worry.
Please talk to me.
The sounds murmuring together are, out of the push-up windows,
The winds passing the bamboo gro'es
Do you have any anxiety
Please talk to me.
The lonesome thrills,
Which come down on the surface of waters,
Are lovebirds.
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