To come anew Poet/KyuBong Kim (Joseph Kim) Seoul Korea.
softly-sound Hallelujah, the sound of hymns I'm reminded of the past The red sun is distorted I'll draw the mountain ridge and water it with a wide sunset
On the way home hungry and hungry on the chimney by the side of the road fence The familiar smoke is rising My hands are still cold from the cold permeating my back
This past year was full of hope I've been busy with what I've done It's time to burn up all the precious days Now that the cold is seeping into the silver nuri..
Life is a process of change, so change it all over again Change takes place by burning time With a blazing fire of firewood or furnace fire that will drive out the cold To achieve a bigger hope and a bigger dream Let's burn a new precious time.