๋ณ์ค์์
์ค๋๋ ๋๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ฐจ๊ณ
์ฃ์๋ณต์ ์
๊ณ ๋ณ์๋ณต๋๋ฅผ
๊ฑฐ๋๊ณ ์๋ค
In the hospital ward
Today, once again I wear handcuffs,
Clad in a prisonerโs uniform,
I wander the hospital corridors.
Tag: HansookLee
์ฅ๋ฏธ ๊ฝ ๊ธธ, ์ดํ์ | Rosy Road, by Mrs. Lee, HanSook
์ฅ๋ฏธ ๊ฝ ๊ธธ
์ค๋๋ ๋ณ์ ๋ฒค์น์ ๋์
ํ์์ ์ด๋ถ์ผ์
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋ฒ ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ ๊ณ
ํธ๋ฅธ ํ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ
๋ชป๋ค ์ด๋ฃฌ ๊ฟ๊ณผ
์ฌ๋์ ํฅํด ์ธ์ณ๋ณธ๋ค
ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋๋ญ์์ ์ ์จ์์
์๋ก ๋ฐ๊ณ ์ฐธ์์ ์ง์ ๊ท์์
์ธ๋ก์์ ๋ฌ๋๋ณธ๋ค
์ผ๋ง ๋จ์ง ์์
์์๋ํด ๋ฏธ๋ จ๊ณผ ์์ฌ์์
๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๊ณ
์ฐพ์์ค๊ณ ์๋
์ฃฝ์์ ๊ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ ๋ค๋ฅผ
๋ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์โฆ.
Rosy Road
Again, I lie on a hospital bench,
the sun my blanket, longing my pillow.
Gazing at the open blue sky,
I shout toward the dreams and the love I could not yet claim.
The rustling leaves console me
The sparrowsโ song eases my loneliness.
I let go of regrets and attachments
About the life that does not have much left
And can only follow
The black shadow of death thatโs comingโฆ
์ธ์, ์ดํ์ | Recollection Mrs. Lee, HanSook
์ธ์
2026 ์ด๋๋ ์ดํ์ ์
์ถ๋ณต ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ธ์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ
ํ์ด๋ ์ธ์์ ์์๋๊ณ
์ด๋ณ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ฌํ ๋จ์ด๋ก
ํฌ์ฅ๋์ด ์๋ ์ฃฝ์์ผ๋ก
์ธ์์ ๋ฌด๋์์ ๋ง์ ๋ด๋ ค์ง๊ณ
์ฐ๊ทน์ ๋์ด ๋๋ค.
์ด๋ช
์ด๋ผ๋ ๋จ์ด์
๊ท์๋๊ณ ๋งค๋ฃ๋ ์ฅ์ํ
๋ฐฐ๋น๋ฐ์ ์๊ฐ์์
์์์ฌ๋ฆฐ ๋
ธ๋ ฅ์ ํ์
์์ฉ ํ ์ ๋ฐ์
์ฃผ์ด์ง ๊ตด๋ ์
๋ฒ์ด๋ ์ ์๋ ์ถ
๊ทธ๋๋ ๋ด์ผ์ด๋ผ๋ ๋ฏธ์ง์์
๊ฟ๊ณผ ํฌ๋ง์ ๊ฐ๊ณ
์ด์์ผ ํ ์๋ฌด์ ์ฑ
์์ด
์์ง ์์๊ฐ
Life
written by Lee someday in 2026
Blessed and bursting into tears,
life begins,
and runs and ends in death
wrapped in that sad word, Parting.
The curtain falls on life’s stage,
and the play comes to its close.
An ornament, bound to
and enchanted by the word “fate,”
Within this allotted time,
I have no choice but to accept
the tower of effort I have raised.
A life that cannot escape
the yoke it was given,
yet with an unknown tomorrow
holding dreams and hope,
Is there a duty and responsibility,
to go on living?
ํ์, ์ดํ์ | Recollection Mrs. Lee, HanSook
ํ์
2025๋
6์ 16์ผ, ์ดํ์
์ง๋๊ฐ ์๊ฐ๋ค
์ค์ฒ๋ฒ๋ฆฐ
์ธ์ฐ๋ค
๋ง์์์ ๊ฐํ๋ฒ๋ฆฐ
์ฌ๋๋
๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ์์ฌ์์ ์ก์ด
๋ฐ์ง์ด๋.
๋ฐ๋ท๋ฌผ์์
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์๋. ๋ณด๊ณ ํ๋
๋ชจ๋๋ค.
์ข
์ด๋ฐฐ์๋ฐ์
๋ณด๋
๋๋ค
Recollection
0616, 2025, written by Lee, Hansook
Moments passed,
Ties that brushed
And vanished
Love, once deep within,
Now sealed in silence,
Yielded to the sorrow
Of what could not be.
In the glimmering sea,
Longing and ache
gently ripple
And all I cannot say,
I fold into a paper boat,
And set it free
On waves that remember.
translated by ChatGPT and prompted and edited by Sy
