Seopyeonje Page #4

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No.

Is there anyone else

who might know?

No, I've been here the longest.

You there.

How do you know her?

She did say she had a brother.

She used to sit there

and wait for him.

Yes, she stayed with us

for a couple of months.

Do you know where

she might be now?

No. She was a drifter.

Was she with anyone like a man?

Who would want to live

with a blind woman?

She was pretty and sang well,

so some men would play around

with her and then leave her.

Ma'am, can I ask you something?

Where is a bar called Cheonilok?

It was here ten years ago.

It used to be there,

but it closed some time ago.

It's me, sir.

Your kid came down with pneumonia,

and your wife's been calling here.

Your kid is in the hospital now.

She didn't have enough money,

so I advanced her some.

Thank you. When I get

all the orders, I'll go back.

Finish things as soon as

you can and come back.

Didn't you waste enough

time looking for your sister?

You should put her behind you now.

I understand.

I'll talk to you again.

Uncle!

Who could you be?

I'm Dongho, the one who used to

play the drum with my father.

You must be Yubong's son.

I ran away because

I was so sick of being poor.

And I hated my father.

But after years passed,

I missed them so much.

I see...

I looked for them for years.

I heard my father had passed away.

But I couldn't find my sister.

After you left, your sister

stopped eating and singing.

She made your father so worried.

He's not going to come back.

Let's go back in.

When we cut this gourd in half,

I hope there will be rice inside.

I am sorry, but my voice's

gotten too hoarse.

I'll have my daughter

sing for you instead.

Songhwa, come here.

NOW!

Sing the prison song.

What are you doing?

What is she doing?

Is she mute?

Songhwa!

Who called them?

Where is the owner?

Yubong! My old friend!

I heard about how you were

humiliated by the ladies.

Don't even mention it. I've never

been so embarrassed in my life.

Didn't I tell you a long time ago

to put your kids in my care

so that they could learn to draw?

Fan the house on fire,

why don't you?

I'll do anything so that

she'll sing again.

You're as stubborn as ever.

That's right. I'm nothing

but stubborn.

- One more glass here please.

- Yes.

You've gotten old.

Look at yourself. You even

smell like an old man.

But I still feel like

a young man around women.

You're still full of hot air.

No, I mean it. I know this quack

who deals in herbal medicine.

He gave me a drug mixed

with the penis of a seal,

and ever since then, I feel like doing it

every night and morning.

Would you like to try it?

What would I do with it?

Is it true that if you put

too much aconite in medicine,

it can make you go blind?

I have heard that too.

Why do you ask?

Do you want to go blind?

Do I still have to drink it?

I feel better now.

It's to make you stronger,

so drink up.

What's wrong?

I can't see well.

You can't see well?

I haven't been able see

well for several days.

Maybe it's because

you've been ill. Take my arm.

Is there a temple nearby?

There is. One called Baekryeonsa.

Did the sun rise?

It's very foggy this morning.

Has the sun gone down?

No, not yet.

Can you see the sunset?

The sky is glowing red.

I feel the wind blowing.

Yes, the cold wind is blowing.

The moon will rise soon.

I think so.

And there will be stars too.

But I'll never see the sun,

the moon, or the stars again?

Have I gone blind?

I feel cold.

I'll make your bed.

Father!

I want to sing.

I want to learn Simcheongga.

Behold Sim Cheong!

She goes out to beg wearing old trousers

tied with bands by her ankles,

a blue hood around her neck, a ragged skirt,

an old jacket without a collar,

and socks whose bottoms are worn.

With a rice bowl at her waist,

she walks like a fool

swept away in the wind.

This is the part where Sim Cheong goes out

begging for food for her blind father.

But you're singing it without any feeling.

Sing it like you're Sim Cheong,

feeling sad and desperate. Again!

Flowers have bloomed

in the mountains.

It must be spring.

Spring has come,

but life is lonesome.

Yesterday I was a young man,

but today I'm an old man.

My youth has left me

so hopelessly.

Spring comes every year, but what good

will it do me to welcome it?

Spring, come and go

when you wish.

When you leave, summer will come,

turning everything green as always.

When summer leaves,

fall comes without fail.

The cold dew settles in, and

the wind becomes louder.

But red leaves in the mountain

are ever so steadfast.

When autumn leaves, winter comes.

The chilly wind blows

across bare trees and the land

covered with white snow.

All that's white is a companion

to this old man with white hair.

Spring comes every year,

but my youth has left me

and will not return.

My friends...even if we

live a hundred years,

when you take away the clays spent

sleeping, worrying, and being sick,

we are left with less

than forty years.

They say the owner of the house

died during the war.

But there are blankets and some

kitchen things in the house.

This is just the place

to practice singing.

But what should we live on?

There are some twenty houses

down in the village.

I'm sure we won't starve to death.

It's gruel made with vegetables.

To sing the song of Seopyeon,

you need to bring out

the grief that can cut through the heart.

Your voice is pretty,

but it is not sorrowful.

A person has sorrow

deep in the heart,

as sadness piles on

throughout a lifetime.

To live life is to experience sorrow,

and to experience sorrow is to live life.

You lost your parents

as a child and became blind.

You must have a sadness that is

ten, twenty times deeper than others.

But it's not there when you sing.

A good king offered himself as a sacrifice

and prayed to God for rain.

Rain fell, and they had a good harvest.

Like him, I will offer myself as a human

sacrifice instead of my daughter.

And like a shrimp out of water

and on dry land...

Crying won't make you sing better.

Your voice gets hoarse, and that's

how you get your singing voice.

Don't sing high tones tomorrow.

Use low to medium tones

and give your voice some rest.

And like a shrimp out of water

and on dry land...

And like a shrimp out of water

and on dry land...

How many times did I tell you that

you won't get your singing

voice by screaming?

Exerting yourself like that will

only damage your voice.

Here is some chicken.

I sang for it.

Here! Have some.

You'll sing better.

That bastard...I knew it.

Aren't they chicken feathers?

You son of a b*tch!

You dare steal my brood hen

and eat her up!

Sir, I'm so sorry.

I ate that chicken.

You bastard! Scoundrel!

If you ever show up again,

I'll break your legs.

Lowlife son of a b*tch!

What a voice he has!

Did you hear him?

The part where Sim Cheong's father

gets furious with sailors

should be sung with a voice like his.

You got that?

A good king offered himself as a sacrifice

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