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์ ์ธ - ์ก์ฐฝ์Lover - Changshik Song ์ด์ ๋๋ ์ฌํ๋คYesterday I was blue.๊ทธ ์ฌ์๋ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค The woman had gone away.๋ ๋๋ค๋ ๋ง์์ด Without a word of farewell-์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ๊ฐ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค She had vanished away.๋์ด ๋ชน์ ์ปค๋ค๋ With eyes so very large-์ด๋ฆ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์๊ฐ์จ That nameless young lady-๋ ์ฌ๋ํ์๋ค I truly loved her so.์ฒซ๋์ ๋ฐํด ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค I fell for her at first glance.์ด์ ๋น๊ฐ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค Yesterday it rained.ํ๋ฃจ์ข ์ผ ๋ด๋ ธ๋คAll day it rained.์์์ง๋ ๋น์์ Amidst that pouring rain-์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ๊ฐ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค She had vanished away.๋์ด ๋ชน์ ์ปค๋ค๋ With eyes so very large-์ด๋ฆ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ์๊ฐ์จ That nameless young lady-๋ ์ฌ๋ํ์๋ค I truly loved her so.์ฒซ๋์ ๋ฐํด ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค I fell for her at first glance.์ด์ ๋น๊ฐ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค Yesterday it rained.ํ๋ฃจ์ข ์ผ ๋ด๋ ธ๋คAll day it rained.์์์ง๋ ๋น์์ Amidst that pouring rain-์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ๊ฐ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค She had vanished away.Changshik Songโs โLoverโ (1974) is a simple yet moving song about love and loss. With only guitar and his clear, sorrowful voice, he turns the image of a woman disappearing in the rain into a lasting symbol of longing.
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ - ์ก์ฐฝ์We are - Changshik Song์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are๋น์ด์๋ ์ด๋ ์์์๋ ์ฐพ์์ ์๋What can be found even in a lightless darkness. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are์์ฃผ์์ ๋ชธ์ง ํ๋๋ผ๋ ๋๋์ ์๋ What can be felt in the slightest movement.์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ~We are ~์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are์๋ฆฌ์๋ ์นจ๋ฌต์ผ๋ก๋ ๋งํ ์ ์๋ What can be spoken even through soundless silence. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are๋ง์ฃผ์น๋ ๋๋น ํ๋๋ก ๋ชจ๋ ์์ ์๋ What can be understood by a single meeting of the eyes.์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ - ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฐ์ธ ~We are - We are lovers ~๊ธฐ๋๊ธดํ ์ธ์์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง๋ฌ๋ค Waiting for so long a day and age, we have met.์ฒ๋ฅ์น๋ ์ด๋ช ์ฒ๋ผ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ง๋ฌ๋ค Like a thundering strike of fate we have met.๋ฐ๋ก ์ด์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํ๋๋ค In this very moment, we are one.์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ - ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฐ์ธ ~Like this, like this, like this - we are lovers ~์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are๋ฐ๋๋ถ๋ ๋ฒํ์์๋ ์ธ๋กญ์ง ์์ The togetherness even on a windy veldt. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are๋ง์ฃผ์ก์ ์๋ํ๋๋ก ๋๋ฌด ์ถฉ๋ถํ The ampleness of just a touch of a hand.์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ~We are ~์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We are๊ธฐ๋๊ธด ๊ฒจ์ธ๋ฐค์๋ ์ถฅ์ง ์์ The mildness of even an endless winterโs night.์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ We areํ์ค๋ฅด๋ ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋๋ก ๋๋ฌด ์ถฉ๋ถํ The want for nothing but a burning heart.์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ - ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฐ์ธ ~We are - We are lovers ~์์์ด ๋ง์ ๋ ๋ค์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํจ๊ป ์ง๋๋ค Countless days we have lived together.์๋ช ์ฒ๋ผ ์์คํ ๋น์ ํจ๊ป ์ง๋ ๋คWe carried together a light as precious as life.๋ฐ๋ก ์ด์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํ๋๋ค In this very moment, we are one.์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ - ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฐ์ธ ~Like this, like this, like this - we are lovers ~์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ~Like this, like this, like this ~Song Chang Shikโs โWe Areโ is special for its poetic lyrics, philosophical view of love, and innovative 1970s folk-inspired style that diverged from formulaic trends which dominated the previous decade. Emphasizing unity and intimacy through silence, gestures, and shared presence, its repeated refrain of โWe areโ conveys a timeless sense of togetherness. Combined with Songโs expressive vocals, the song remains both a moving love ballad and a landmark in Korean music history.
๊ฟ๊ธธ - ์ํฌDream Path โ Eunhee๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์, ๋๋ฌด๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์์Longing, longing, in longing for you so much-๊ฟ๊ธธ์๋ ๋ง๋ ๊น ์ ๋ค์ด ๋ด ๋๋คWondering if we might cross paths in a dream,I try drifting to sleep. ๊ณ ์ด ๋๋งค ์์์ง ๊ทธ ๋์ ์ฐพ์์์Smiling with soft eyes,You come and find me-์ธ๋ก์์ ์ง์น ๋๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฃจ๋ง์ ธ ์ค๋๋คAnd caress this self, wearied by solitude. ๋ฐ๊ฐ์, ๋ฐ๊ฐ์, ๋๋ฌด๋ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์Glad, glad, so glad am I to see you- ๋งบํ ์ฌ์ฐ ๋ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๋ชธ๋ถ๋ฆผ์น๋ฉฐ~That I writhe in silence of stories long unspoken..๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ผ๊น๋ดFearing that I might wake,๊ทธ ๋์ด ๊ฐ์ค๊น๋ดOr that you might leave-์ท์๋งค ๋ถ์ฌ ์ก๊ณ Tightly clutching your sleeve,๋๋ฌผ๋ง ํ๋ฆฝ๋๋คI shed only tears.๋ฐ๊ฐ์, ๋ฐ๊ฐ์, ๋๋ฌด๋ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์Glad, glad, so glad am I to see you- ๋งบํ ์ฌ์ฐ ๋ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๋ชธ๋ถ๋ฆผ์น๋ฉฐ~That I writhe in silence of stories long unspoken..๊ฟ์์ ๊นจ์ผ๊น๋ดFearing that I might wake,๊ทธ ๋์ด ๊ฐ์ค๊น๋ดOr that you might leave-์ท์๋งค ๋ถ์ฌ ์ก๊ณ Tightly clutching your sleeve,๋๋ฌผ๋ง ํ๋ฆฝ๋๋คI shed only tears.This song depicts a dreamer, bitterly holding onto a loved one within a dream. There is painful silence because the dreamer is unprepared to voice their feelings and accept closure. The chorus also repeats a second time - as though in a loop.It is often in breaking the silemce with someone in our dreams that we find catharsis, but in so doing we would never dream of them again. This song tries to capture that pain of being unable to let go in having to part ways with someone for a second, final time.
๋ ธ์ - ์ค์๋ฏผSunset - Oh Yeong Min๋ ธ์์ด ๋ฌผ๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ท๊ฐ์์By the shore where sunset stains the sea.์ค์ง์ด ๋ถ์์ง๋ ํ๋๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐWatching the waves break in rows-์ง๋ ๋ ์ ๋ชป๋คํ ์๋ง์ ๊ฟ์๋จ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฌ๋๋ณด๋ ํธ์ ํ ๋ง์A secret heartโs unbeknown soothing-Of many a bygone dream unfulfilled.์งง์ ์ฌ๋ฆ๋ฐค์ ๊ฟA fleeting summer night's dream-์ค๋ ์ด๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด ๋์ ์ด๋ฆฐ๋คThat heart-stirring day lingers in my eyes.์ง๋ ๋ ์ ๋ชป๋คํ ์๋ง์ ๊ฟ์๋จ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ฌ๋๋ณด๋ ํธ์ ํ ๋ง์A secret heartโs unbeknown soothing-Of many a bygone dream unfulfilled.์งง์ ์ฌ๋ฆ๋ฐค์ ๊ฟA fleeting summer night's dream-์ค๋ ์ด๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด ๋์ ์ด๋ฆฐ๋คThat heart-stirring day lingers in my eyes.๋ ธ์์ด ๋ฌผ๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ท๊ฐ์์By the shore where sunset stains the sea.
์๊ฐ- ํธ์ ํด๋ฆฌ์ค๋ ํ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ง์ด ์์ฑํ ์ด ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ทธ ์ธ์ ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ ํ๋์๊ฐํ๋ฉด ๋ฌด์ ํ๋ ์ง๋๊ฐ ์ถ์ต๋ฐ๋์ด์ฌ ์๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑท์ด๊ฐ๋ค์ค์~์~๊ทธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ด๋์ ๊ฐ์๊น์๊ฐ ์์์ธ๋กํํ์ผ์์ด ๋๋ ๊ฐ๋ค๋์์๋ฉด ๊ฐ๋ก๋ง๋ ๋ฎ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฐ๋์ด์ฌ ์๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑท์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ค์~์~๊ทธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ด๋์ ๊ฐ์๊น์๊ฐ ์์๋์ ๋ ๋ผ๋๋ฌผ์ ๊ฐ์ถ์ด๋ผFog - Twin FolioThis all but foggy road that I tread alone. A shadow of you once warm and caring.In reminisce, each and all a bygone memory.O wind, I bid you, blow the fog away!Ah~ Ah~Where has the person gone?In the fog,Lonelily- Onwards I go without end.That low voice which blocks me when I turn around-O wind, I bid you, blow the fog away!Ah~ Ah~Where has the person gone?In the fog,Open your eyes,And conceal your tears.
14. ํญ๊ท ์ฐ์ธ - ์ ๋๋ณํ์ด ์์ด ๊ปด์์ ์ ์์ด๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์งง์ ๋๋ง๊ฐ ์๋ ์์ด๋ฐฐ๋ ์ ์ ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋ถ๋ฌ๋์๊ฒ ๊น๋ค ์๋ ์์ด์์ง๋ ๋์ง๋ ๋ชปํ ์ฑ์๊ฑฐ์ฃผ์ถค ๊ปด์๊ณ ์ ์๋์ฌ๋ฆ ํญ๊ท ํ ์๋ฐ์ด๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋์ด์์ ์ฑ์ค๋ ์ธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ์๋ก๋ฅผ ๋ น์ด๋ฉฐ์๋ก๊ฐ ๋ น์๋ด๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐPenguin Lovers - Jeong Geut-byeolHaving no arms, we may not embrace. Having short legs, we canโt even flee. For belly and lip are too swollen,I cannot even huddle onto you. Unable to sit nor lie down,Standing in an awkward embrace-A pair of summer penguins. Holding close while pushing away-Having so for a long day and age.We melt one another.We are melting over. Painting by John William GodwardโYes or No?โ 1893
13. ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ ๋ฐ - ์ ํ๋ จ์ฐ์ธ ๋์ ๋ถ๋ค์ด ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ณ๊ณ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ์ ๋ฐ์ด ์ง์ด์ฅ์ ๋์ฌ ์๋ค์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ ๊ฒ์ ํจ๋์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ผ ํ๋๊ฐ.๋ด๊ฐ ์ฌ ๋๋ฆฐ ์ ์ผํ ์ ๋ฐ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ํ๋ฃจ๋ ๋ชป ์ ๊ณ ๋ฒ์ด ๋์ง์ จ๋ค ํ๋ค.๊ทธ๋ , ๊ทธ ์ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋จธ๋๊ฐ ์ํ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์๊ณ , ๊ธฐ๊ป ์ฌ ๋๋ฆฐ ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ด ์ํ์ จ๋ค ํ๋ค.์ฐจ์ผํผ์ผ ๋ง๋ฃจ๋ ์ฌ์ด ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ํ์ฐํ ์ผ๋ฒ ์ ๋ฐ ํ ์ผค๋ ์ง์ด ์ ๊ณ ์ด์น์ ๊ฐ์ ๊ฑด๋ ๊ฐ์ จ๋ค.์๊ฐ๋ง ๊ฐ๋ํ ๋ฌด์ฑ์ํจ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ด ๋ถํจ์ธ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ ๊ทธ ์ ๋ฐ ํ ์ผค๋ ๊ผญ ๊ฐ์ด์ ํ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ผ, ๋ค์งํ๋ค ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ์์ฉ์ด ๋ฟ์ผ๋ด?์ด๋จธ๋๊ป ๋๋ ๋น์ ์ด ํํ์ ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ผ ํ๋ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ณ ๋ฐ์ด ์ํ ์ ๋ฐ์ด์๋ค-์ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒ์ด ๋์ง์ง๋ ๋ชปํ๋.Motherโs Shoes - Taeryeon JeonThose light and warm shoes worn by the elderly lie on the display shelf. Oft did people call them shoes of filial piety. The only shoes I bought for mother - She could not wear them for even a day and is said to have thrown them away. That day, the shoes mother wanted were not to be seen in that shoestore, and those shoes I had bought at last were heavy and pained her feet. Whilst I delayed day after day, out of the blue did mother wear shoes strewn of hemp and crossed the river of the afterlife. A filial lapse is that insincerity of thoughtful passivity - would that I carry that pair of shoes close to heart the day I am reunited with my mother, what use would it be to vow so?Mother, to you I was but a heavy and painful shoe you had to wear for a lifetime-One you could not take off and cast away. Painting by Berthe MorisotโPlaying in the Sandโ 1882โChild in Bedโ 1884(The painter's daughter, Julie Manet, as a child.)
12. ํ๊ฝ - ๊น์ถ์์์ธํ ๋ณด์์ผ ์์๋ค.์ค๋ ๋ณด์์ผ ์ฌ๋์ค๋ฝ๋ค. ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค.Wildflower - Choonsoo KimOne must look closely to find it beautiful.One must look for a long while to find it lovely.So it is also to look at you. Painting by Berthe MorisotโThe Red Blouseโ 1885
11. ํ๋ณต - ์ ์นํ์ฌ๋ํ๋ ๊ฒ์์ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ๋๋ ๋ณด๋ค ํ๋ณตํ๋๋๋ผ์ค๋๋ ๋๋์๋จธ๋๋๋น ํ๋์ด ํํ ๋ด๋ค๋ต๋์ฐ์ฒด๊ตญ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์์ ์์ ๋์๊ฒ ํธ์ง๋ฅผ ์ด๋ค.ํ๊ธธ์ ํฅํ ๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ์ฑํ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด์ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ํ ๊ฐ์ง์ฉ ์๊ฐ์ ์กฑํ ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ์์ ์ด์ดํ ์ฐํ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๊ณ ์ ๋ณด์ง๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๋จผ ๊ณ ํฅ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์ด ์ฌ๋๊ป๋ก์ฌํ๊ณ ์ฆ๊ฒ๊ณ ๋ค์ ํ ์ฌ์ฐ๋ค์ ๋ณด๋ด๋๋.์ธ์์ ๊ณ ๋ฌํ ๋ฐ๋๊ฒฐ์ ์๋ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋๋ถ๋ผ์ด๋์ฑ๋ ์์ง์ผ๊ณ ํผ์ด ํํด์ด์ง์ธ์ ์ ๊ฝ๋ฐญ์์๋์ ๋์ ์ ํํ ์ฐ๋ถ๋ํ๋ง์ธ ์ฐ์ฐํ ์งํ๋น ์๊ท๋น ๊ฝ์ธ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค.์ฌ๋ํ๋ ๊ฒ์์ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ๋๋ ๋ณด๋ค ํ๋ณตํ๋๋๋ผ.์ค๋๋ ๋๋ ๋์๊ฒ ํธ์ง๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋๋๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์ด ์ด์ฌ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์๋ !์ค๋ น ์ด๊ฒ์ด ์ด์ธ์ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์ธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์ง๋ผ๋์ฌ๋ํ์์ผ๋ฏ๋ก ๋๋ ์ง์ ํ๋ณตํ์๋ค๋ผHappiness - Cheehwan YooTo love -Is a greater joy than to be loved. Even today,I find myself writing to you before the post office window through which the emerald sky shines. People crowd the streetward gate with their faces filled with each of their thoughts, hastily purchasing stamps and telegram sheets, sending those missed from afar stories sad, gleeful and tender.Enduring and fluttering the weary winds of life, in the ever willing and blooming flowerbed of compassion, this poignant bond between you and I might be just a lingering crimson poppy flower. To love -Is a greater joy than to be loved. Still today, I find myself writing to you.O my beloved, adieu! Even if this should be my last greeting in this world, for having loved so, my happiness was true.Painting by Eugene de BlaasโGirl in a Lilac-Coloured Dress with a Bouquet of Flowerโ 1911
10. ํ๋ณต - ๋ํ์ฃผ์ ๋ ๋๋์๊ฐ ์ง์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒํ๋ค ๋๋ง์์์ผ๋ก ์๊ฐํ ์ฌ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ธ๋ก์ธ ๋ํผ์์ ๋ถ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ.Happiness - Na Tae JooThat at night, There exists a home to return to.That in hardship, There is someone close at heart.That in solitude, There is a song to sing alone. Painting by Sir Lawrence Alma-TademaโThe Golden Hourโ 1908
Such was the scale of the Achaemenid dynastyโs empire that they seasonally migrated between regional capitals to properly tend to its key frontiers. In spring, the royal entourage was welcomed by the blooming gardens of Babylon, the greatest urban center of the empire. In summer, they traveled through the Zagros Mountains to rest in the Median court of Ecbatana. In winter, they resided in the city of Susa, the primary residence of the royal family where much of their Persian kin lived. Yet there was a fourth capital, regarded with greater reverence and esteem than the rest.Bearing their namesake, โPersepolisโ was perhaps the greatest expression of Achaemenid ethos ever built. Though the city itself was not particularly large or populous, it held a prestigious role as the center of royal ceremony and diplomatic reception, conducted in its central palace called the โApadana,โ or โAudience Hall,โ built by Darius I. From his reign onward it was customary for Achaemenid monarchs to pay homage to the tomb of Cyrus in Pasargadae on their way to celebrate Nowruz (the Persian New Year) in Persepolis, often expanding and embellishing the complex with additional chambers in their own names.Though now in ruins, one can still ascend the iconic stairways of the Apadana and gaze upon its well-preserved stone reliefs. From members of the royal retinue in ceremonial attire to envoys and merchants from distant tributaries bearing precious garments and exotic animals, dozens of unique figures are in eternal procession, awaiting their audience with the emperor. One can only imagine what other festivities and peoples may once have filled the scene in times bygone.โThe palace was roofed with gilded cedar and cypress of the finest quality, and adorned with gold and silver decorations. The halls had columns of marble, variegated and gleaming, their foundations adorned with gold, and walls covered in bright colors and splendid paintings.โ- Diodorus Siculus, "Library of History"
9. ๋ฐฑ์น ์ฌํ - ์ ๋ฌ์์ฌ๋ํ๋ฉด์์ฌํ์ ๋ฐฐ์ ๋ค.์ฌ๋ํ๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ๋ถํฐ์ฌ๋๋ณด๋ค ๋ ํฌ๊ฒ๋ด ์์ ์๋ฆฌ์ก์์ฌํ์ ๋ฐฐ์ ๋ค.์ฌ๋์๋ ๋ชจ์๋ผ๋ ์๋์ฌ๋์๋ ํ๋ ๋ชฉ๋ง๋ฆ์ฌํ์ ๊ตฌ๋ฆ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ชฐ๋ ค์๋๋์ด ์จ๋ชธ์ ์ ์๋์ํ ๋น๋ก ์ ์๋๋์ฌ๋์ ๋จ๊ณ ์ฌํ์ ๋ ๋๋ผ์ฌ๋ํด๋์ฌ๋ํ์ง ์์๋๋ ๋์ง ์๋ ์ฌํ์์ด ๋ฐฑ์น ์ฌํ์์ ๋ค์ง๋ ์๊ณ ๊ฟ์ ๋๊น์ง ๋ฐ๋ผ์์ธ๋ก์ด ์ ์ ์ธ๋จน์ด๊ฒ ํ๋์ด ํ ๋ฉ์ด๋ฐฑ์น ์ฌํ์๋๋ ๋์ ์ด๋ณํ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค.Fool's Sorrow - Shin DaljaI learned of sorrow as I loved.From the moment I lovedI learned of a sorrow greater than the love that settled within me.Love is an ever meager ration.Love is an ever burning thirst.Sorrow rushes over like clouds and finally drench me whole with painful rain.May love remain and sorrow depart.O, that which refuses to leave whether I love or love not, sorrow.You foolโs sorrow.O, that which foregoes sleep and stalks me to the end of my dreams to then have me weep in lonesome slumber.You lump of a foolโs sorrow.I long to part ways with you.Painting by Eugene Delacroix"Frederic Chopin and George Sand" 1838
8. ์ฐ์ธ - ์ต์๋ฏธ๋์ ๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋์ ๊ณ ๋ ๊ณผ ๋ง๋๋์ ์ฌํ์ด๋์ ์ค๋๋ ์ธ์ธํจ๊ณผ ๋์ด ๋ง์๋์ ์์ ์๋์ ์์ ๊ฐ ์์ ์ก๊ณ ๋์ ์ ๋ ์ด ๋์ ์ ๋ ๊ณผ ํฉํด์๋์ ์๋ง์ด ๋์ ๋ฐค์ ๋คํ๋ค๊ณ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์์ด ์ฐจ๊ฐ์์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ด๊ณ ๋๋ํ ๋์ด, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋๊ฐ์ด ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ ์ ๋ชป ์.๊ณ์ ์์ผ๋ฉด ์ ์ด ์ ์.Lovers - Choi YeongmeeMy solitudeComes across your solitude My sorrowsGrow besotted with your old lonelinessMy libertyTakes the hand of your liberty My evening joins your eveningYour desire quakes my nightWarmth pushes the cold awayUs, lying side by sideWe are sleepless together.We are sleepless apart. Painting by Eugene de Blaas"A Young Beauty" 1882
7. ์กฐ๊ทธ๋ง ํ๋ณต - ์ด์ฌ๋ฌด์ฅ๊ตญ์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์จ ์ ๋ ๋ฐฅ์๊ตญ๋ฌผ ํ ๋ฐฉ์ธ๋ ์๊ปด ๋จน๋๋ค๋ฐฅ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ตญ๋ฌผ ํ ์๊ฐ์๋๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฅด๋ฅด ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋ ๋์ด ๋ง์๋ฆ ๋๋๋ค๊ฐ๊ธฐ์ ๋งํ ์ฝ๊ฐ ๋ซ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ฎ์ ๋คํ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋คA Small Joy - Lee JaemooA mugwort stew on the table for supper.I savor even a dropโs worth of it.A spoonful of stew for two spoonfuls of rice.Down the throat goes-A hearty flavor of the warmer sort.I feel goosebumps.My fever-clogged nose clearsAnd dial the friend I fought earlier in the day.Painting by Henry Martin "Fountain in Marquayrol" 1885
6. ๋๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ - ๋ํ์ฃผ ์ธ์์ ์์๋ด๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ์๊ฐ์ฅ ๊ณ ์ด ๋ง์๋์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ค์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค ์ธ์์ ์์๋ด๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ์๊ฐ์ฅ ์์ ์๊ฐ์๋์๊ฒ ์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค ์ธ์์ ์์๋ด๊ฐ ํ ์ ์๋ ํ์ ๊ฐ์ด๋ฐ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ข์ ํ์ ์๋์๊ฒ ๋ณด์ด๊ณ ์ถ๋ค ์ด๊ฒ์ด ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ฅผ์ฌ๋ํ๋ ์ง์ ํ ์ด์ ๋ ์ค์ค๋ก ๋ค ์์์ ๊ฐ์ฅ์ข์ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ ์๋ง์ด๋ค.Over you - Na Tae JooOf all the things I speak ofComing to the world,I wish to recite to youMy finest words.Of all the thoughts I haveComing to the world,I wish to offer youMy most elegant thoughts.Of all the expressions I can makeComing into the world,I wish to show to you,My fairest expression.This is truly why I love you.It is my aspiration to become my very best before you. Painting by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema"Ask Me No More" 1906
5. ์ฌํ - ๊น์์ฑ์ค๋ ๋ง์์ ๋ง์ ์ ์์ด๋๊ฐ๋ ๋ง์์ ์ก์ ์ ์๋ค๊น๋ง๋ํ ๋ ์๋ ๋ ๋ง์๋ ๋ ๋ง์์ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค๋จ๊ฒจ์ง ๋ง์์์ ๋ ๋ณ ๋ง์คํ๋ ์ํ์ด๊นจ๊ฐ ์ถฅ๋คSadness - Kim WansungOne may resist the coming heart, But one cannot keep the parting heart. A departed heart-On a pitch black day.The heart withdrawn knows not-The heart left behind.The monolith stands greeting the vesper.Cold are my shoulders.Painting by Berthe MerisotYoung Girl with a Bird1891
4. ๊ณ ์ 1971 ๊ฐ์ํธ์ง๊ฐ์์ ํธ์ง๋ฅผ ํ๊ฒ ์ด์๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ๊ทธ๋๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋ฐ์์ฃผ์ธ์๋์ฝ์ด ์์ด๋ ๋ ์ธ๋ก์ด ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์๋ฆ๋ค์์๊ฐ์์ ํธ์ง๋ฅผ ํ๊ฒ ์ด์๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ๊ทธ๋๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋ฐ์์ฃผ์ธ์๋์ฝ์ด ํฉ์ด์ง ๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์๋ฆ๋ค์์๊ฐ์์ ํธ์ง๋ฅผ ํ๊ฒ ์ด์๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํค๋งค์ธ ๋ง์ ๋ณด๋ด๋๋ ค์๋์ฝ์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง ๋ ํค๋งค์ธ ์ฌ์๊ฐ ์๋ฆ๋ค์์์๋ฆ๋ค์์.Goeun 1971 Autumn LetterI will write to you this autumnMay anyone be my dearest recipient.Beautiful is the lonely woman-On a day of crowding leaves.I will write to you this autumnMay anyone be my dearest recipient.Beautiful is the unknown woman-On a day of scattered leaves.I will write to you this autumnI offer you a heart bereft of everything.Beautiful is the woman bereft,On a day of absent leaves.She is beautiful.Painting by Eugene de Blaas"The Love Letter" 1902
์ฌํ์๊ฒ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๋ค - ์ด์ฌ๋ฌด์ดํญ ์ ๋ฌผ์๋ฌผ๋ก ์ป์ด๋ด๋ฏ์ด์ฌํ์ ์ฌํ์ผ๋ก๋ฌธ์ง๋ฌ ๋ฆ๋๋ค์ฌํ์ ์ํ์ ์๋ฒ์ง๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ๋ ์ ๋ชจ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์กฐ์๋ ค์งํ๋ฅผ ๊ฒฝ์ฒญํ๋คTo Kneel Before Sorrow - Lee JaemooAs the water of a vaseIs cleansed also with water.Sorrow is wiped clean with sorrow.Sorrow is the father of livelihood.I join my hands and lay myself prostate in reverance of wisdom.Painting by Edouard Monet"The Monk at Prayer" 1865
๋ฌผ๊ฒฐ ์์์ - ์ด์์์ธ์ง ๋ง๋ผ์ค๋์ ์ค๋์ ๋ฌผ๊ฒฐ์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์ ์ถ๋ ์ธ๋ค๊ฐ๋งค๊ธฐ๋ผ ์ฌ๋ฉ๊ฒ ๋๋ค๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ง๊ธ ์ง์์ ํ ๊ณณ์์ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐ์ง ์๋ฆฌ ๊ธํ๊ฒ ์ธ๋ฆฐ๋ค์ธ์ง ๋ง๋ผ๋ด์ผ์ ๋ด์ผ์ ๋ฌผ๊ฒฐ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค๊ฐ๋งค๊ธฐ๋ผ ๋์ฑ ๋ฏธ์น ๊ฒ์ด๋ค๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋์ด ๋์น๋ฉด์์ธ๊ณ๋ ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ์๋ก์์ง ๊ฒ์ด๋คBefore the Tides - Lee SheeyeongDo not weep.Today the tides of the day comes and swirls.There flies fiercely a flock of seagulls .And now some place upon the earth-There hastily rings the footsteps of a stranger.Do not weep.Tomorrow the morrowโs tides shall be even fiercer. Ever restless shall the seagulls grow.And as it heats and overflows,Steadily shall the world grow anew.Painting by Gustave Courbet"Low Tide" 1865
๊ฒจ์ธ๋น - ์ค๋ณด์ 2013๊ผญ ๋น๊ฐ ์๋์ฌ๋ ์ข์ต๋๋ค.๊ผญ ๋์ด ์๋์ฌ๋ ์ข์ต๋๋ค.๋น์ ๊ณ์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ์๋ง ์๋ค๋ฉด.๋น ๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ๋๋น๊ฐ ๋์ด ๋น์ ๊ฐ์ด ์ ์์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค.๋์ด ์ค๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ๋๋์ด ๋์ด ๋น์ ๋ง์ ๋ฟ๋ ค์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๋ค.Winter Rain โ Boyeong Oh 2013It need not be rain to please me.It need not be snow to please me. If it only meant that I could be closer to you.For you who lies in waiting for the rain, Rain I shall be that pours onto your heart. For you who lies in waiting for the snow, Snow I shall be that falls upon your heart.Painting by Claude Monet "Cart on the Snow Covered Road with Saint-Simeon Farm" 1865
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