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I simply stood by her side, watching the musician walk away with his son. Turning the corner to the mar-ket, the boy motioned at us to follow. Jung-min wouldn¡¯t budge-there was nothing I could do except stare at her. She was in a dangerously precarious state, stub-born to the point of desperation. If she wasn¡¯t here to watch, was she planning a tryst? What was I to do with her? No, wrong question. What was I to do with myself?
-¡¸»çÆÄ¿¡¼¡¹ Áß¿¡¼ From ¡°Love in Sa Pa¡±
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No love awaits me at the Sa Pa market. There is no one but me. My past self, in its former luster, waits for me there. Everyone has bygone days of splendor, after all.
-ÀÛ°¡ ³ëÆ® Áß¿¡¼ From ¡°Writer¡¯s Note¡±
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Bang Hyeon-seok¡¯s ¡°Love in Sa Pa¡± is a beautiful tale of love. It follows a man crossing paths with a loved one, capturing these moments in the luminous tones worthy of a watercolor painting. Three vivid scenes of love are prompted by the same object. Though occurring at different times, these three epi-sodes share common features: fierce effort, uncontrolla-ble force, and the danger of being thrown out of one¡¯s world. Love appears unannounced, shaking him to the core each time.
-À̼ö¸í ¡´Çؼ³¡µ Áß¿¡¼ From ¡°Commentary¡±
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