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my eyes be like?

They should look like this

Since it's the last day,

you've brought me flowers

Thank you

I'm touched

Actually

We didn't bring it

Ms. YANG Mija placed it

there and left

Ms. YANG Mija?

She's even written a poem

But where has she gone?

Did anyone else bring a poem?

You were supposed to write

one poem by today

Anyone with a poem?

No one?

So the only one who has

written a poem is Ms. YANG

It's too difficult

No it's not

It's not difficult to write

a poem, but

to have the heart to write one

The heart to write a poem

Anyway,

Ms. YANG is not here, but

let's see what kind of poem

she has written

I'll read it on her behalf

The title is, 'Agnes' Song'

'Agnes' Song' by YANG Mija

Mom...

How is it over there?

How lonely is it?

Is it still glowing red at sunset?

Are the birds still singing on

the way to the forest?

Can you receive

the letter I dared not send?

Can I convey...

the confession I dared not make?

Will time pass and roses fade?

Now it's time to say goodbye

Like the wind that lingers

and then goes,

just like shadows

To promises that never came,

to the love sealed till the end

To the grass kissing

my weary ankles

And to the tiny footsteps

following me

It's time to say goodbye

Now as darkness falls

Will a candle be lit again?

Here I pray...

nobody shall cry...

and for you to know...

how deeply I loved you

The long wait in the middle

of a hot summer day

An old path resembling

my father's face

Even the lonesome wild flower

shyly turning away

How deeply I loved

How my heart fluttered at

hearing your faint song

I bless you

Before crossing the black river

With my soul's last breath

I am beginning to dream...

a bright sunny morning...

again I awake,

blinded by the light...

and meet you...

standing by me

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