사랑하는 아가씨에게 - To my dearest

How many times I wished I had run into you, 아가씨!

I saw you one day going into Shinchon market once;
It was late in the evening in dusk when the the sun was setting, shedding its last rays for the day.
I was walking my way back home from school,
after getting off at a bus stop.
As I was walking by a pharmacy,
I caught a glimpse of you and your Mom walking toward the market;
you were totally oblivious to my presence at that time.
I was standing behind you, watching you...
Your two braided pony tails hair swayed as you walked.
How thrilling the moment it was!
It was a lucky day for me!
All my stifles went away instantly seeing you right there in front of me!
I stood there watching you, walking farther away, moment after moment, until you disappeared into the crowd.
After you were gone, I stood there still watching the path that you just walked on.
From that day on, I always took the path to see if luck would strike me again.

My lucky day again!
When I saw you walking down the hill in front of a church, a strand of gentle breeze was blowing upon your hair. You were wearing a white shirt, and it made color of your shirt flutter like a butterfly. It looked as though a butterfly landed on your shoulder; how beautiful the scenery it was!
Your smile was the sweetest!
What a gorgeous spring day it was!
The moment I caught glimpse of your expression,
I was startled at the thumping sound of my own heart.

In Shinchon Market,  one evening before Christmas,  I caught a sight of you passing by me.
I saw you through the window of the shop.
You were walking with your friends.
You didn't notice that I was inside the shop looking at you.
I could see you smiling without being noticed.
Oh, I have to admit that there was a tug of war within me whether to call upon you.
I told you that you are an angel descended from heaven, and you laughed at me,
but I can still tell you thousand times more!

What a fantastic day it was!
It was early in the morning on a early summer day.
Do you remember?
You were wearing a school uniform with your hair braided in two pony tails as usual.
You were folding a present sitting in front of me when Sunday morning  lights was shining through the window touching your hair soft as silk.
You told me that you like the uniform I was wearing.
Oh! how much I wanted to say to you, " How beautiful you are!"
Oh! How much I wanted to say looking into your eyes,  "I want hold you in my arms!"

Fantastic!
What a thrilling moments it was!
 Who could have arranged the gathering in the midst of our hectic lives other than the angels from the heaven!
You were initially sitting across me,  I remember, you were smiling.
It was in the evening in someone else's house.
You were wearing a white vest underneath a floral designed shirt.
Oh! how happy I was to be able to sit right besides you....My lucky # 6!
I was thrilled. How could one be so lucky as I am!
We sat together right next to each other for more than an hour!!

I caught the sight of you when my yearning for your attention was ever unyielding.
You were passing by while I was climbing a tree at the park.
You saw me on the tree and asked, "What are you doing up there? It's dangerous."
Oh! what a moment that it was! I was so pleased to know that you care about me.
I wanted to come down from the tree and pounce on you!
Had it not been for your friends walking with you!

We share a time together on a fine autumn afternoon.
You were standing on a bridge, taking a picture.
 Your lips turned blue and I was wondering why.
I handed over you my jacket,  and when  you gladly accepted it with a smile.
Oh! what a joyful moment it was!! I just went out of my mind with euphoria!
A devil was jealous of my smile!
The devil's face turned blue!
The devil's stared at me.
And I kept smiling, and the devil yield.
The devil fled.
What a triumph!
The devil ceased to exist on that day!
 The devil will never come upon you!
 I would not trade the moment with a million dollars!
For the triumph. I will blow a trumpet in celebration!
The trumpet sounds will echo through the town, and all people will hear it.
 If the devil had snatched the moment, I would chase after him thousands miles!


I heard your voice coming from compartment of the train we were riding together, heading back to Shinchon on a fine autumn evening; I heard you talking and giggling with your friends.
Yes! Yes! Yes! we were riding together, only ten feet away from each other.
Who could have created such a wonderful moments!
 I was standing on the balcony watching the golden color of rice field, all sparkling golden, waiting to be harvested.
As the train passing by a long stretch of the field, and your voice reverberated tickling my ears as I my face is bombarded with cool autumn breeze coming from the the rice field.
The beautiful panoramic view was breathtaking!
 I want to hear your voice again..that sweet melodious sounds and the beautiful scenery like two butterflies dancing together in mid air!
Who would have known that the melodious sound was a precursor of my endless yearning for you!
On that night, returning home after getting off the train, a tide of yearning for you encroached upon me, making me to walk for miles restlessly.

Do you remember the day I bid you farewell.
We  bumped into each other on the street.
Did I ask you where you were coming from?
Did I say to you, "what a coincidence!"
Oh, I must have been too thrilled to remember any what I asked to you.
I can't remember anything for the walk that would take at least fifteen minutes.
What I was thinking?
 What did you say during the time?
I am so curious to know.
Do you remember?
We've had many coincidences like this; don't you think so?
The weather was hot and the asphalt was melting in the heat, that I remember.
I reached my hand to shake hands with you at the bus stop, and you reached your hand out.
Your hand was as soft as pluffy pillow.
I thought I had said everything I wanted to say to you.
Woe to the weather, robbing my mind.
Alas, who could have thought that there were still myriad of things to tell you, but you already stepped into the bus.
Oh! the damn month of July!
I saw you already walking in the bus to find a seat.
I was caught up watching your hair, your clothes for the last moment...
Oh! why didn't I tell you that I want to take you home. Why? Why? Why?
Oh! I should have pound on the bus to stop at the moment.
I should have hopped on the bus and kept you accompany all the way to your home!
I regreted it thousand times!
Oh! how embarrassing it is to your Mom!