Short Break (1993, Seoul)
Noises are the same
When we don’t listen
People are not different
But I like them
Choice is not right
Irony of fate
Smell of death
That I taste
Roofs are not the same
Fields are different
The rice they sow
But I prefer them
Days could be the same
But they are longer
At the rhythm of a cafe-au-lait
I dive in …
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