Even though Life offers no clear answers, I paddle my little boat in search of friendship. That boat drifts beneath the rising sun at Nelson Bay Beach, missing the mountains and streams of home, until a wave becomes a brush and paints a Hibiscus syriacus blossom on the rocks. Before I know it, it's autumn. When I long for the narrow paths of home lined with The Cosmos flowers, I find myself thinking: perhaps those cosmos wear rainbow hanbok and are counting stars on an autumn night. That longing becomes heartache, and heartache becomes The Resurrection Lilies blooming on the hillside. Leaning there, I gaze toward the sky over my homeland, hoping to feel the wind blowing from that directionyet who could truly know such a feeling?
I stand in that wind and look toward mist-covered peaks. On a day of summer rain, a woman's nobility blossoms like the Blue Plum flowers. Her life, like a bush warbler perched on a thin branch, never ceases its quiet lament. Then, in an instant, she scatters in the winter wind, becoming tears. Meanwhile, her daughter enters college and, sitting beside Camellias in the winter wind, she begins to learn a love as pure and deep as falling snow. And now, as I gaze at the red twilight, I reflect on the sorrows and joys of life. Recalling the people who shaped our world and the histories they forged, I find that the evening sky quietly stains the life of a writer lost in thought, and the clink of red wine glasses echoes with poetic resonance.
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