Don't refuse with the reason that life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
Whether you allow it or not
I have to tell you-
I don't believe it.
I can't believe that no one lives next door.
Even if you stand on a lonely road.
There are nightingales and larks, song for you.
Because I know that even if the poet is old.
As long as the sadness is still there
Poetry will never die.
You said you were a poet.
You said you were a child's innocence.
Since you are a phoenix bamboo in the moonlight.
Then why not use us instead of you?
In this way, we will be very close.
Whether it is the sun or the mother.
When the wind blows.
It was a deep night.
You have a pot of poems to keep warm.
My black eyes were ignored.
Poet, they say you have mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon hidden in your heart.
Why am I the only one watching you rise and fall and duckweed has no roots?
You are always lonely.
I know you won't feel sorry for yourself.
I also know that your home is on the other side of the night.
You will be happy once in a while.
Put away your thoughts about the bridge outside the window,
Grow old with him, day by day
Like a sonnet covered with ivy
Like cloves and oiled paper umbrellas.
You said you'd rather not cry, laugh or talk.
I don't want to lose poetry, loneliness, pen and paper.
You said there was more than one poem, but there was only one poet.
You say the wasteland is not empty, and you are not you.
You said that the sun came out again and again, and the horseshoe passed and walked again.
Not every ferry has homesick boats.
Where there is Dante, there is no divine comedy.
Poet, please allow me to live next door to you
Live until I am deaf and blind.
I just want to live next door to you.
It's next door, across a wall.
You write your poems and I listen to my rain.
Even though, we will never meet.
What does it matter?
Under the same roof
I just need to breathe your breath.
When you hold a cigarette, it will burn a little.
When you are looking for dust in a cobweb, write down a thin pride with a pen.
What old man is not old? There are many teenagers.
What is dull, decadent, heavy and frivolous?
If you don't remember the years, don't remember the poems, you forget them all.
Poet, I may not know your suffering, your pain, your bad, your good.
But the words tell me as much as you do.
I also secretly ran with tears in my dreams.
I endured a long night licking my wounds.
Sitting and carving loneliness
Don't you like talking to yourself in the shadows?
Then I live next door to you.
Living outside in the wind, rain, mountains and water.
If one day you die quietly
I'll go next door and take out my luggage and pack it myself.
The paper, pen and poem that live in your room.
When I die, I am buried in your eyebrows, lips, eyes and heart.
Poet, I don't have to be so deliberate about superfluous words.
Since you are a poet, I am your next door.
If you want to face the sea, I will shake a peach blossom for you.
If you doubt everything, I am the 10 1 th questioner.
You have to write down that I believe in the future. I am a snowflake, a withered vine and a child's pen.
If one day I walk in front of you
Then please, please
Bury me in the heart of your left atrium
Pour me a cup of autumn rain when you want to talk to someone.
Not much, just a little.
After all, I live next door to you.
When you are drunk, it will come to an end.