You're sick and tired of me
When you go
I'll bid you goodbye without saying a word.
I'll gather azaleas on Yak Mountain,
The burning azaleas of Yongbyon
And strew them in your path.
Tread gently, please,
Step by step, softly,
On the flower of dedication,
You're sick and tired of me
When you leave
I'll not weep though I die.
Kim So-wol (1903 - 1934)
(Baca puisi ini sambil dengerin lagunya Ratu...jadi ingat dia lagi...~~~)
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