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By The Riverside At Eventide
Whenever I stand by the riverside at eventide
I wish to worship someone with whole my soul.
Burying the departing sun deep in my heart
I wish to love somebody with whole my life.
While they are patching the sails on the anchored boats
And dreaming a coral island on the legendary sea,
I¡¯m lone, whenever I stand by the riverside at eventide.
The glow of the sunset is
Spreading over the waves with bloody dizziness
And the past memories are more gorgeous than a blossom.
Whenever I stand by the riverside at eventide
I wish to learn by heart one¡¯s name under the skies
And make a solemn vow, ¡®Forever¡¯.
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Like a parturient woman
And at morrow morn
I wish to revive like a new bud.
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Even Since Then For Us
At the date you were born in this world,
The magpies cried out so loud in the morn
And you came to us like a wondrous news.
At that night I wrote a letter to my God,
Long long letter of gratitude,
¡®Let me be a sincere mom.¡¯
Since then I¡¯ve gained strength like the arrowroot vines
And my pride was thicker than the summer reeds field.
Dear son,
These have been my happiness caused by you.
At last you fell in love with a lovely girl,
Were shillyshally if you confess your secret love,
And your dovelike breast wandered with fever,
I gazed at your back sight like the river waves,
As if I waved hands for the sweet scene from afar.
Today it¡¯s the date you came to us in this world,
Again I write a letter sincerely,
¡®Please God, let us be deeply occult.¡¯
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You, My Lord
A half of my words uttered to you till now,
That¡¯s been the absurd vows.
By the deep blue of the sky
Looking down with that huge eyes,
By the fertility of the black earth,
The footstool for my tearful thread of life,
I¡¯ve only made that many vows
Strongly, so strongly.
A half of my words uttered to you till now,
That has been the ignorant avarices.
Like a blind youngling I¡¯ve asked you for
The one bread seemed bigger than each of nine
Which I¡¯d possessed already.
After the day
When I confessed my love to you,
Naturally you are my Lord, My King.
But enduring to stay out of my door as a homeless,
Oh, you are my lone and sorrowful Lord.
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