2008 Life is beautiful : living , existence
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hongjiyoon
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2015-02-25 03:20
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Compose poems, do some paintings and put those on record. Being like a dream way, life is beautiful. Fine artist Hong, Ji Yoon
Life is beautiful : living , existence
Being like a dream way
Resounding skies, you were blue
Roaring rivers, you were just flowing
Trilling petals, you're so rosy
Warbling the last leaf, you were there
Every moment of joy
Being like a dream way
She, the beauteous flower
On the softened soil, the little being was taking a nap
A blow of wind, heading for a sea, was surprised at
Her bewitching figure and took to dance with her.
Began to love her. Began to exhaust her.
In the late evening of spring days, at a blossomed garden
Upon white, heavy and enchanted of her being shaken by
Many her bodies had fallen onto the front, onto the shoulder
All-day burden of tiredness suddenly disappeared.
Just being more bright after those spring time
Being ticklish on my face with her shadowing,
Onto a bitter-wretched heart, took bathe in the sun
Thanks to her and its early afternoon sunshine
Amidst of summer, heavy sunshine dazzled upon my eyelashes
I saw her small, ripen and feeble many bodies.
She the tiniest said to me
"I've lived till now, I'm living now,
I'll also live tomorrow."
Being full of scent onto their every bursting bud, onto their every single sprout,
Seemed to be less harsh for the rest of her life.
On of a river flowing
In spring, she became a light-green leaf with rarely recognized
In Summer, being a tempting lump of flowers
At Autumn, a red-tinged leaf, turning the whole world into red
Along the river over and over again,
In winter, she's not abandoned dreaming ceaselessly even under firmly frozen abyss.
She’s almost an origin of flower, dampened itself eternally.
---
Never, ever
Never, ever got older
Never, ever be awaken from the romantic illusion
As like Munch did
Draw all things on the canvas with no remorse
Everything about and around me
As like Munch did long before at Norway, the bitterly cold and strange land.
True moment
Turning over the last page, it finds the front
Turning over the front, it follows the first page
Face the very front
Face the true first page
Face the truly last page
Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.
Re, Gentlemanship
Every moment keeps going on,
Everytime feels the first love.
Never get old.
I'm the feather.
I'm the flower.
I'm into you.
Indeed, it happens
After the darkish grey raining,
Silver-white snow comes.
Behind desperate farewell,
Anew love towards us.
By detouring the weary night,
Bracing morning has come.
When affectionate grandma passed by,
Pretty little being always be born.
Life is so wonderful.
Indeed, Isn't it.
Remind at this time
Listen to anew songs
Flatten your new pinions
Find out new person, who turns up to you
If it were not so,
Observe new syllables in songs being heard thus far
Find out the most tremulous tinged-wings among yours
Or face the brilliant light veiled in love which you’ve been in pain
As drowning the hair by raindrops fallen from the grey-grown clouds
As coming across the feathers fallen aside by at the harsh and dire roads
As looking at the precious stone in the sludgy ground
Hopefully I,
The most minute bird warble than any else at the earliest morning
The petite flowers is so good to the generous
Hopefully wanted to be the smaller than the tiny birds,
Hopefully wanted to be the smaller than the little flowers,
I've only longed for you through the beauteous days and the holy nights.
Fade....away
Young woman hands over me the flower stalk
Once blossomed, now there all vanished away
In the midst, yellowy stiff stalk has only been left behind.
What would I, even after all the petals faded far away
Could the stalk be still in my mind?
My thirty-eight old being, petals in many layers fade far and far away.
Pray for
Allow me dawn-like moment
As like the first sprout in spring days
As like the first songs of her I’d loved to
As like the first kiss with him astonishingly
As like the first painting I’d done for
Go straight
Out of you
There are skies on your mind
Please, hold on those memories
Life is beautiful : living , existence
Being like a dream way
Resounding skies, you were blue
Roaring rivers, you were just flowing
Trilling petals, you're so rosy
Warbling the last leaf, you were there
Every moment of joy
Being like a dream way
She, the beauteous flower
On the softened soil, the little being was taking a nap
A blow of wind, heading for a sea, was surprised at
Her bewitching figure and took to dance with her.
Began to love her. Began to exhaust her.
In the late evening of spring days, at a blossomed garden
Upon white, heavy and enchanted of her being shaken by
Many her bodies had fallen onto the front, onto the shoulder
All-day burden of tiredness suddenly disappeared.
Just being more bright after those spring time
Being ticklish on my face with her shadowing,
Onto a bitter-wretched heart, took bathe in the sun
Thanks to her and its early afternoon sunshine
Amidst of summer, heavy sunshine dazzled upon my eyelashes
I saw her small, ripen and feeble many bodies.
She the tiniest said to me
"I've lived till now, I'm living now,
I'll also live tomorrow."
Being full of scent onto their every bursting bud, onto their every single sprout,
Seemed to be less harsh for the rest of her life.
On of a river flowing
In spring, she became a light-green leaf with rarely recognized
In Summer, being a tempting lump of flowers
At Autumn, a red-tinged leaf, turning the whole world into red
Along the river over and over again,
In winter, she's not abandoned dreaming ceaselessly even under firmly frozen abyss.
She’s almost an origin of flower, dampened itself eternally.
---
Never, ever
Never, ever got older
Never, ever be awaken from the romantic illusion
As like Munch did
Draw all things on the canvas with no remorse
Everything about and around me
As like Munch did long before at Norway, the bitterly cold and strange land.
True moment
Turning over the last page, it finds the front
Turning over the front, it follows the first page
Face the very front
Face the true first page
Face the truly last page
Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.
Re, Gentlemanship
Every moment keeps going on,
Everytime feels the first love.
Never get old.
I'm the feather.
I'm the flower.
I'm into you.
Indeed, it happens
After the darkish grey raining,
Silver-white snow comes.
Behind desperate farewell,
Anew love towards us.
By detouring the weary night,
Bracing morning has come.
When affectionate grandma passed by,
Pretty little being always be born.
Life is so wonderful.
Indeed, Isn't it.
Remind at this time
Listen to anew songs
Flatten your new pinions
Find out new person, who turns up to you
If it were not so,
Observe new syllables in songs being heard thus far
Find out the most tremulous tinged-wings among yours
Or face the brilliant light veiled in love which you’ve been in pain
As drowning the hair by raindrops fallen from the grey-grown clouds
As coming across the feathers fallen aside by at the harsh and dire roads
As looking at the precious stone in the sludgy ground
Hopefully I,
The most minute bird warble than any else at the earliest morning
The petite flowers is so good to the generous
Hopefully wanted to be the smaller than the tiny birds,
Hopefully wanted to be the smaller than the little flowers,
I've only longed for you through the beauteous days and the holy nights.
Fade....away
Young woman hands over me the flower stalk
Once blossomed, now there all vanished away
In the midst, yellowy stiff stalk has only been left behind.
What would I, even after all the petals faded far away
Could the stalk be still in my mind?
My thirty-eight old being, petals in many layers fade far and far away.
Pray for
Allow me dawn-like moment
As like the first sprout in spring days
As like the first songs of her I’d loved to
As like the first kiss with him astonishingly
As like the first painting I’d done for
Go straight
Out of you
There are skies on your mind
Please, hold on those memories