“A Time of Goodbyes: Part 1” by Lee Hong
May, 1996: 19 year-old me is slowly slipping further away from home. The backs of a few buildings have already…
May, 1996: 19 year-old me is slowly slipping further away from home. The backs of a few buildings have already…
Gazesecretly downwards on clear daysthrough clearness on rainy daysthrough rain in dewin flowersin the morning star… my love inall creationit…
Some poets, on seeing a wheel, want to roll.Some painters, on seeing a flat surface lifted up,want to walk along…
This post is a translation of an interview appearing on Channel Yes. Please introduce yourself a little bit.I’m Jeong Yeon-Bin….
So clear.Heat hardly knows to writeanything but my name. In the windowcleaned so kindly, a distantshoreline and an island—it’s tender…
When a new semester starts, campus is always bustling and lively. Everywhere you look, there are shining faces and gorgeous…
The dark nightfills with fear, but… The frigid winteris even worse, but.. Tree, O shivering tree,stripped of all your clothes,…
Rainy days,I’m reminded of my youth.That period where my heart stood like a treewoefully drenched in the rain. Rainy days,I’m…