I would like to take some golden roses

which are in bud but destined to be never blossom

to sum up the relationship between us.

I couldn't explain why I let myself sink back into oblivion,

just as I couldn't tell when or why I started to care.

So please, let the silence accompany with the sleepless night,

and dream in some hopelessness;

listen to the nightingale singing with its hollow voice.

The golden roses would become a gaze

for the eternity when by each other we were amazed.

2008. 03. 01

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