The Dreaming Oak Leaf

                           Kim Hee Jooh

    In that way, we had waited a long time.
    To meet each other at least once

    Time we spent bent on meeting
    we only dramed
    Until green turned to yellow.

    The day when winter
    Came to meet autumn
    No, not yet.
    In this word, are there only one or two things
    we could not accomplish.

    Rustle rustle  

    The sound of green memories
    Slipping away
    Through leafy veins.

    After stepping up on the evening glow
    The fall of first snow
    When we greet it with a beautiful posture
    That day
    Let's begin again.

    Dreaming of an eternal snowfield.