๋ฐ–์€ ๋ด„, ์ฐจ๊ฐ•์„ / Spring outside, by Mr. Cha

๋ฐ–์€ ๋ด„
2025๋…„ 3์›” 3์ผ, ์ฐจ๊ฐ•์„ ์”€

๋ธ”๋ฃจ์ง„ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ฒจ์šธ๊ณผ
๊ทน๋ ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์‹ธ์›Œ ์ด๊ธด ๋ด„

๋ˆˆ๊ณผ ์žฅ๋‚œ์น˜๋Š” ์•„์ง€๋ž‘์ด๋Š” ํ”ผ๋‚œ๋ฏผ๋“ค์„
๋ถ€๋ชจ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํฌ๊ทผํžˆ ๊ฐ์‹ธ ์•ˆ์•„ ํŒŒ๋ฆ‡ํŒŒ๋ฆ‡ํ•œ
๋œฐ์— ํ’€์–ด๋†“๊ณ  ํด์งํด์ง ๋›ฐ์–ด๋†€๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค

๋‚ด ๋ฐฉ์— ๋“ค์–ด ์˜จ ๋ˆ„๋‹˜์€ ํ๋ญ‡ํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ์ง€์œผ๋ฉฐ
๋ถ‰์€ ๋น›์„ ๋ ๊ณ  ์ฃผ๋ฆ„๋งˆ์ € ๊ณ ๊ท€ํ•œ ์ž์‹์„ ๋ˆ•ํ˜€๋†“๊ณ 
๋ด„์˜ ์œ ํ˜น์„ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค

์ฝง๊น€๋งˆ์ € ์ซ“๊ฒจ๋‚œ ๋‚ด ๋ฐฉ์•ˆ์—์„œ๋Š”
ํ•„๋ฆฌํ•€ ๋งˆ์š˜ํ™”์‚ฐ์˜ ๋งˆ๊ทธ๋งˆ๋ฅผ ์ˆœ์‹๊ฐ„์—
ํ˜„๋ฌด์•”์œผ๋กœ ํƒˆ๋ฐ”๊ฟˆ์‹œํ‚ค๋Š” ๋ƒ‰๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค

ํ™€๋กœ๋œ ๋‚œ,
์ •์‹ ์กฐ์ฐจ ์–ผ์–ด ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค
Spring outside
March 3, 2025, by Cha

Blue jeans like winter
with which Spring fought fiercely,
and finally won over

Haze still playing with snow,
embraces warmly refugees, like parents
who let kids loose in the green yard and
allow them run around and play

My sister came to my room with a happy smile and
layed down her kido
even whose reddish tints and wrinkles are noble.

She went out by the temptation of spring

In my room, where even the breath was expelled and
there is coldness.
It instantly transforms the magma of volcano Philippine Mayon
into the basalt rocks

My mind is frozen alone
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