Dongju Page #7

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Secretly distributed Korean

literature and books.

I regret I wasn't able to do this.

Taking advantage of the draft

formed a rebel army of Koreans

and ordered military plans to be used.

I wish this could have been true.

I regret that I couldn't do this.

I am tormented that I couldn't do this!

Tormented, so I will sign it.

I...

will not sign.

Hearing...

what you said

makes me so ashamed, I can't sign.

To have been born into such a world

and to have wished to write poetry

and wanted to become a poet.

I'm so ashamed of that.

I couldn't lead

and I only followed like a shadow.

I'm so ashamed of that.

So I can't sign.

Fukuoka prison?

What is it?

It says our kids are in prison right now.

They were supposed to be

studying nicely in school.

Why?

Mong Gyu.

What happened to your face?

Tell me.

Where's Dong Ju?

Why isn't he coming out?

Dong Ju...

is dead, sir.

And I...

won't be able to live long either.

My Lord.

When people die after these injections,

they take the corpses

to the university lab.

Please take my body home before then,

so that I won't leave any part

of me behind in this land.

I beg of you.

You have to hang on!

I'm sorry, father.

Mong Gyu, you have to hang on. Hear me?

Till the day I die, to suffer not

a blot of shame on looking up at heaven...

I was tormented

even by the wind rustling the leaves.

In the spirit of singing of the stars,

I shall love all that is dying.

And...

I shall walk the path given to me.

Tonight again,

the wind whisks by the stars.

Is this the title?

How is it read?

Sky...

Wind...

Stars...

...and Poetry.

Six months after the poet Yun

Dong Ju died in Fukuoka prison

Japan lost the war and

Korea became independent.

In Fukuoka prison

more than 1,800 died getting

unidentified injections.

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