YUN Junghee
LEE David KIM Hira
IT STILL SEEMS LIKE MY SON IS ALIVE
Hello?
Yes. I think I'll be late.
- Ms. YANG Mija. - Here.
This way.
What's wrong?
My arm.
My right arm tingles.
Does it hurt here?
No, it doesn't hurt, it just tingles.
Like...
That thing is passing through.
What's it called?
It's been like this lately.
It's... like energy.
- Electricity? - Right, electricity!
It's like electricity's passing through.
I'm forgetting words lately.
Yesterday, I couldn't remember “bleach”
I could only remember “Clorox.”
We used to call bleach “Clorox” back in the old days.
How long have you been like this?
For the past couple of days.
No, your forgetfulness. When did it start?
Maybe this summer or spring?
How old are you, ma'am?
Sixty-five, no, 66.
Your arm tingles because the muscles are in knots.
Start some light exercising.
I'm more concerned that you can't remember words.
It could be a bad sign.
I recommend you get an examination at a big hospital.
A big hospital?
Yes, like the general hospital in Seoul.
I'll write case notes for you.
I'm at the hospital.
My arm tingles.
It keeps tingling.
I kept telling myself to see a doctor and I finally did.
Who else would come with me, you idiot?
Your mom's okay.
Others my age usually suffer from...
neuralgia or arthritis.
I'm okay.
Don't cry, Mom.
How could you be so cruel?
How could you?
You can't go away like this.
Where are you? Where did she go?
Oh, God.
You're so cruel.
Where is she? Where?
Mom...
Where is she?
Calm down, Mom.
Mom.
- Hello. - There you are.
You're a little late.
I went to the hospital.
He called twice. I received two calls asking why you weren't coming.
Dad, the maid's on her way up.
This one, this one.
Sit still. I told you to sit still.
Stop it.
How will I undress you if you resist like this?
Right, that's it. Pull this leg out.
That's how you do it.
Is it hot? It's okay, isn't it?
Sit still!
Sit still, I say! Stop it!
- Why are you shouting? - What? What's that?
My hearing... so why?
Your hearing is fine. So why am I shouting?
I'm sorry.
I won't shout again.
Sir, I'll be leaving.
Good-bye.
- Done? - Pardon?
- I said, are you done? - Yes, I'm done.
- Already? - What do you mean?
It's already been three hours.
I did the laundry, the cleaning and all my chores.
Good.
Thank you, sir.
Don't...
tell anyone...
I gave it to you.
Okay.
How generous!
Thank you.
Did he yell at you today?
Of course he did.
It doesn't matter 'cause I yelled back at him.
Here.
- He gave me 10,000 Won. - He did?
But he told me not to tell anyone.
When it's only 10,000 Won.
My father-in-law is notorious for being stingy.
He must really like you to give you an amount like that.
Anyway, do you always look so chic like that?
Do I look chic? I'm not chic at all.
Where is it? Not again.
What are you looking for?
What's that thing? I can't remember the word.
What you put money in.
It's this big.
A wallet?
That's it, a wallet!
Where's my wallet?
What's this?
I'm so out of it these days.
You paid 10,000 Won.
- Thank you. - At the hospital I saw something.
They found the body of a local schoolgirl in the river
and brought her to the hospital.
They said it was suicide. She jumped off the bridge.
The poor girl's mom was totally out of her mind-
- I'll be on my way. - See you the day after tomorrow.
Enrollment is over.
What're you drying?
Did your daughter call?
LITERARY CLASS FOR THE PUBLIC YOU TOO CAN BE A POET!
Are you home, Wook?
Why's the music on so loud?
You'll bring down the house.
What's wrong?
Are you feeling sick?
Leave me alone.
I called you during the day, but you weren't answering.
I never got your call.
How can you say that when I called twice?
I'm not lying.
It's 'cause my cell is junk. Buy me a new one.
I'm annoyed with my cell phone.
You just bought it, so why do you need a new one?
- But I've had it for a year and a half. - No you haven't.
I got it during the first semester of my second year.
Which only shows how carelessly you've used it.
You're sprouting a mustache, but acting like a child.
Why'd you call anyway?
I heard a girl from your school killed herself
by jumping into the river.
I wanted to ask you about it.
Ask me what?
Who she was, why she killed herself that young.
I didn't know her that well.
What was her name?
Why do you need her name?
Weren't you in the same grade?
I don't know everyone in the same grade.
Grandma can't afford a new cell. Ask your mom for one.
What? That's not fair!
Hey! Play with a bit more spirit.
This is no fun.
Just try.
The doctor told me to exercise.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Gotta go see my buddies.
You shouldn't go out at this hour!
The electricity bill's quite high this month.
Week's always on the computer
playing music all the time.
He even sleeps with the music on.
How am I supposed to scold him?
Well, what can I say?
He's the master of the house.
What?
The Cultural Center.
To learn poetry.
What? Right.
I'm quite a poet.
Right. I do like flowers and say odd things.
I'm here for the literary class.
Literary class? But it's all closed.
I know.
But can't you accept one more person?
I don't know.
I really want to take this class.
How should we deal with this?
To write poetry, you must see well.
The most important thing in life is seeing.
TO SEE
To see. It's to see.
- We live seeing things. - Right.
It's important to see everything surrounding us well.
Now, I've brought something with me.
- What is it? - An apple.
Yes, it's an apple.
I went out of my way to bring it.
I'm a well-prepared teacher.
Others are not as well-prepared as I am.
Now, about this apple.
How many times have you seen an apple?
A thousand?
Ten thousand?
A million? Wrong.
You've never seen an apple before.
Not even once.
Until now, you haven't seen an apple for real.
To really know what an apple is,
to be interested in it, to understand it,
to converse with it is really seeing it.
Gazing at it for a while and observing its shadow,
feeling its every curve, turning it around,
taking a bite out of it,
imagining the sunlight absorbed in it.
That is really seeing it.
If you really see something, you can feel
something naturally
like water gathering in a spring.
You should prepare paper and a pencil
and wait for the moment to come.
Empty white paper.
A world of pure potential, a world before creation.
This is the perfect moment for a poet.
Hold your pencil over that pure paper.
I love pencils.
When I place a well-sharpened pencil over a piece of paper,
I feel full.
My heart flutters with the hope of writing a good poem.
I love sharpening pencils.
The very fun of a pencil is hand-sharpening it.
I used to be good at sharpening pencils.
Pardon?
I was said to be a good pencil-Sharpener.
I sharpened all my brothers' and sisters' pencils.
Is that so? Then, ma'am,
why don't you sharpen my pencil some day?
By the time this month long class ends,
I want you all to have written a poem, okay?
Everyone has to write one poem.
You need to write to really know.
You'll never know if you don't write. So you have to write yourself.
Who has written a poem at least once before?
And who hasn't?
Okay.
Now you will be writing your own poem
for the first time in your life.
- Okay? - Okay.
Who is it?
My friends.
Why are your friends here? It's late.
We need to talk.
About what? Haven't you seen enough of each other?
Hello, ma'am.
Good evening.
Why's the door locked?
- What? - Why did you lock the door?
Aren't you boys hungry? Want some apples?
No, stop bothering us. It's annoying.
Apples are better for eating than looking at.
What are you looking at?
The tree.
Why are you looking up at the tree?
To see it well.
To feel it,
to understand its thoughts and listen to what it says to me.
Hello?
Who?
Kibum's dad?
Yes, of course I know Kibum.
He always hangs out with Wook.
Of course.
He was at our place last night.
What's the matter?
Is something wrong?
Not DOW.
I have to go to my poetry class.
Poetry!
I'll be done by...
12:00 p.m.
The Cultural Center.
Yes.
Okay, I'll see you then.
Writing poetry
is all about finding beauty. Understand?
It is about discovering true beauty
in everything we see in front of us in our everyday life.
True beauty.
Not things just looking beautiful.
Every single one of you
carries poetry in your heart.
But you've imprisoned it. It's time to free your poetry.
The poetry trapped inside you must be given wings to take flight.
Sir.
When does poetic inspiration come?
Yes, as much as I try, it won't come.
I'd like to know, when does it come?
It doesn't. You must go and beg for it.
You must pray, but even this guarantees nothing.
It's too precious to give itself out.
That's why you must go and beg for it.
Where must I go?
It's not in some special place,
but somewhere you must wander around for.
It isn't waiting there with a sign that says “poetic inspiration.”
The clear thing is...
it is somewhere nearby, not far away.
It's there, right where you stand.
I told you poetry can be found even in the dishwashing basin.
Where are you?
The car with blinking lights?
- Hello. - Hello.
You're Week's grandma, aren't you?
- Are you Kibum's dad? - Yes.
Let's get in the car.
Where are we going?
You know our boys' group of six?
The boys' parents are getting together for lunch.
You can come with me. I'll take you there.
What kind of class are you taking?
I'm learning poetry. Twice a week.
Poetry?
You mean reciting traditional poetry?
No, actually writing poetry.
Why are you learning poetry?
I wonder myself.
Why am I learning poetry?
Long ago, I must've been in the third grade,
we used to have poetry contests in the fall.
After one contest, my teacher told me,
“Mija, you'll become a poet one day.”
Then, recently I saw the literary class poster.
And it reminded me of the comment my teacher made 50 years ago.
So you want to be a poet?
For now, my goal is to write one poem.
Our teacher told us to write one poem before the class ends.
When I told my daughter about this,
she said I always was quite a poet.
I always loved flowers
and would say odd things.
Your daughter's Week's mom, right? Where's she now?
She's living in Pusan, but we call each other often.
We talk about everything on the phone. We're good friends.
Friends forever.
Anyway, what's this all about?
Let's just go there first.
You'll see after you hear what they have to say.
It's not good news, right? I can feel it.
Right.
It is bad news.
A large spicy fish stew, steamed spicy angler fish
- and three bottles of beer. - Okay.
I don't see your boss today.
He's away on business in Seoul.
- So, he's not coming today? - NO.
- We'll have the beer first. - Yes, sir.
Soonchang's dad, why don't you start explaining.
Let's start when the beers come. We need to lift the mood.
Do we need alcohol now?
Let's start since we don't have much time.
Then I'll start.
I'll give you a short recap as some of you have no idea.
Recently, a girl at our boys' school killed herself.
Her name was PARK Heejin.
Her folks run a farm nearby.
She kept a diary stating that six male students
were raping her for months until her death.
Reading her diary, her folks reported this to the school
who called the boys in to talk.
All six admitted to the crime, so I guess it must be true.
At first, it started with two boys:
KWON Soonchang.
That's my son.
- And KIM Jongchul. - Yes, that's my son.
It's those two who started it.
And as time passed, all six of them joined in.
They say they didn't coerce her at first.
- That she liked doing it. - Who would believe that?
It would only incite more anger.
Yes, you're right.
Ladies first.
They said the girl was short and plain-looking.
So I can't understand why they did it.
And if she was tall and pretty?
Where in school did they do it? And for six months?
They said they did it in the science lab.
KOO Taeyeol, as leader of the Science Club, had the lab keys.
That's my son.
The lab's located in a secluded area.
And rarely had classes or was tended to.
So, nobody knew.
Although I feel sorry for the dead girl,
now's the time for us to worry about our own boys.
That's why I called everyone here.
Joint action is crucial now.
Right, we should act as a group.
Cheers, ma'am.
The girl's parents run a farm?
Yes, but her dad died a few years ago in a motorcycle accident.
The mom has been raising the girl and her brother alone.
We need to calm the mom.
Fortunately, it seems she hasn't told anyone else.
But we can't tell what she's thinking.
Nevertheless, in order to console the victim's family-
So the point is, the compensation money.
That's right.
Regarding the money, we should reach an agreement.
I discussed this with the school,
and 30 million Won would be the proper amount.
So that makes it five million Won per person.
Who else knows about this?
The principal and a few other teachers
and one or two in the police.
Our talks with the school and the police are going well so far.
The school doesn't want this to get leaked outside.
And the police don't want to investigate
unless the victim's family presses charges.
The problem is that a local newspaper heard something
and is calling the school, asking questions.
The local press is ruthless, so watch your mouth.
What's she doing over there?
What a clueless old lady.
What's she doing at a moment like this?
Did you say she's Week's grandma?
Is she raising him by herself?
Her daughter left Wook behind after a divorce.
She lives in Pusan now.
YANG may dress well, but she's barely getting by.
She lives off social security and her part-time maid job.
I think her daughter isn't sending her money.
Then how's she gonna pay the five million Won she owes?
She has no choice. Her grandson's future depends on it.
Ma'am.
Are you writing a poem?
Just taking notes.
We always have to take notes like this.
What have you written there?
Blood.
A flower as red as blood.
They really are blood red.
Do you know what the cockscomb symbolizes?
It's a shield.
Actually, it looks like a shield.
A shield that protects us.
Let's go inside and get something to eat.
Not curry again!
What's wrong? You like curry.
- I had it for lunch at school. - Really? I didn't know.
Did you pack your gym suit?
- It's physical education day, right? - I packed it.
Hello?
Yes, hello.
What?
With the vice principal?
Yes.
What time?
Not many at school know about this.
The head teacher here and I know.
And only the dead girl's homeroom teacher knows.
But not the boys' homeroom teachers.
I told the girl's teacher not to disclose this to anyone
as it will destroy the boys' future and the school.
So you should watch what you say.
You don't have to worry about us, sir.
Since the boys' future is at stake, we are being careful.
Don't even talk in your sleep.
Above all, hurry to settle with the girl's family.
How did you decide on the compensation?
Everything considered, we've decided to pay 30 million Won.
We believe that amount will be adequate.
So, have you all agreed on the 30 million Won?
Yes, of course.
Someone can't pay yet, but everyone has agreed.
Just hurry to settle things with the girl's family.
Okay.
All ye be awake and pray to stand before the Son of Man.
INFORMATION: REQUIEM MASS FOR AGNES, PARK HEEJIN
And I will raise them up on the last day.
These are the Lord's words.
Praise Christ, our Lord.
Today, we are gathered here to offer this requiem mass
to Agnes PARK Heejin who left us a few days ago.
We lament this precious life taken at the youthful age of 16.
But we believe in God's words:
“He who believes in me will live, even though he dies.”
We believe God will comfort Agnes' soul
and grant her the happiness in Heaven
she never found on earth.
So we pray for Agnes
that God will embrace the pain she endured.
So she will have eternal life in Heaven.
As one heart, we offer our most devoted prayer.
All rise.
For our Father who has raised Christ from the dead,
let us pray for Agnes' salvation.
Lord, let Agnes who has received eternal life
through the sacrament of Baptism, join the line of saviors.
Lord, please hear our prayer.
For Agnes who has accepted the Blessed Sacrament,
but has left us,
this is our utmost appeal.
That you raise her again to be back in your embrace.
Lord, please hear our prayer.
We also pray for her mourning family and relatives.
Please grant them peace in their hearts.
Lord, please hear our prayer.
We pray in the name of Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
- Something wrong? - What?
Is something wrong?
Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?
You're very quiet.
You're always chirping away like a skylark.
When was I chirping away like a skylark?
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.
What's with the face?
You look mad.
Smile.
I shouldn't smile.
Why not?
Men used to tell me not to smile cause it made them fall for me.
They all went crazy over me when I smiled.
You'll do the same if I smile.
Come out!
Now!
Look at the mess you made!
Snack wrappers, socks, tissues, the remote control!
How many times has grandma told you?
Even animals clean up after themselves!
Your socks, too!
Tomorrow will be uncomfortable
due to the heat and humidity
Especially between 3:00 p. M. to 400 p. m.
Let's take a look at the clouds on the surface map.
A few cloud masses are passing through the south
and thin mist is scattered along the Central region.
Tomorrow high pressure will move towards the Yellow Sea.
In Jeju Island and the South Jeolla region-
Get up, get up.
Get up.
Grandma has something to say to you.
Get up!
I said get up!
Why did you do it?
Why are you stopping?
I don't feel like eating.
What does grandma like the most in the world?
Do you know or not?
I know.
What is it?
Food going into Wook's mouth.
Very good.
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT OF MY LIFE
When I was very young, we had money troubles.
So I was raised by my grandma.
Soto me, my grandma was my mom.
My grandma really loved songs.
But she didn't know how to sing
because she was always working so hard.
When I was really young...
we had this large white paper, the kind you use for rituals.
I wrote lyrics on the paper.
And I taught my grandma to sing...
by pointing at each verse with a chopstick.
I think this was the most beautiful moment of my life.
What was the song?
“The Young Boat Woman.”
My grandma passed away last year.
I remember I sang this song for my grandma
whenever I visited her place.
Because she always asked me to sing it for her.
So, I always sang it for her.
I married very late.
And my first child was born when I was almost 40.
Because it was my first delivery at a late age,
the doctors had me on edge.
I held out for 1 O months and finally labor pains began.
I never experienced such pain before in my life.
Anyway, finally amidst the pain, my baby was born...
and I felt something slipping out,
this fiery hot mass like the sun.
The moment the baby burst into its first cry
was the most beautiful, most amazing
and emotional moment for me.
I don't have any beautiful memories.
I'm sorry.
For 20 years, I lived in a basement room.
Six years ago, I finally leased an apartment in this town...
which had a low deposit and monthly rent.
So I moved here.
I guess that was my most beautiful moment.
I laid spread-eagle on the floor
feeling that I owned the world.
THE SOUND OF BIRDS SINGING WHAT ARE THEY SINGING?
SCIENCE LAB
WHEN THE SALMON RETURNS HOME
“To write poetry
is to remember Mother's hands, joints swollen,
washing the white rice in the cold dawn
during the winter solstice.
Are you here alone?
Yes, I heard there's a poetry reading.
- To write poetry... - Yes, please take a seat.
Is to wake alone deep in the night weeping.
It is to build a solid cornerstone,
to raise a pillar
in your broken heart.
It is to calm the bare corner of the window,
shaking all night, with all your might.
It is to empty out without hesitation
the rancid water that keeps rising.
It is to create a forest of empty void.”
PEOPLE WHO LOVE POETRY FRIDAY POETRY RECITAL
They say people who love poetry
are those who always have flowers in their heart.
Our Ms. CHO Mihye not only has flowers in her heart,
but has a pretty one covering her head.
Thank you.
Next will be Mr. LEE Dongkyu in a red T-shirt
who will be reciting Ms. CHO's “A Green-colored Cicada.”
“I always hear the sound
of a cicada emanating from your back.
It cries, chirr, chirr, rubbing its eyes.
As the stain of last summer's forget-me-nots fade from my fingertips,
the cicada keeps crying from your back.
I, too, am crying, rubbing my wings.”
This poem talks about a green-colored cicada,
but I thought of an ordinary cicada.
In search of its mate, the cicada for a short few days,
cries to its fullest as if it's smashing summer to pieces.
I wonder if I could do the same.
Living as passionately as the cicada.
This thought continues to linger.
Thank you.
That was quite a commentary from the heart.
He must have worn a red T-shirt to show his burning passion.
Next will be Mr. PARK Sangtae who's come after a long time.
Although his leg is not well from an accident,
he has kindly brought us a large watermelon.
Greetings.
- I was actually here before. - Oh, I see.
- You weren't here last week. - Right.
So, saying after a long time would be inappropriate.
My mistake.
- Have you learned your lesson? - Yes.
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“The Reason for the Rose's Thorn.”
“Don't try to steal me.
The day thorns within me rise like goose bumps all over my body.
I dream of self-obliteration with a crimson smile.
Don't try to break me for being beautiful.
The kiss on red lips
is the desperate passion for virginity.
Do not love me any more.
As the seasons' wheels keep rolling on.”
I'm no expert,
but that's a very good portrait of the rose.
It is simply saying, “Do not eat me up.”
Here is the word “kiss.”
I thought about the meaning of the word “kiss” as a proverb.
A kiss means,
tongues coming and going between two attached lips,
so it would be “Sulwang Sulreh”. (tongue comes, tongue goes)
A kiss means lips crashing into each other.
Then what do you call two cars crashing together
as a proverb?
“Guhwang Guhreh.” (car comes, car goes)
So cars instead of tongues, right?
You're thinking too hard.
Two cars crashing together is...
It's a “Gyotong Sagoh,” a car accident.
I hurt my leg in a car accident.
I'm staying at the hospital now, but I slipped out today.
You know what I thought when I hum my leg?
That it would be nice if this here,
my third leg,
popped out to help me balance myself.
I still have to stay at the hospital,
but next time, I'll be back in great shape.
- Can I sit here? - Yes, of course.
I have something to ask you.
About what?
Your poems are wonderful.
I still have a long way to go.
You said you started poetry recently.
How could you write such amazing poems?
Well, in this case, it came easily.
As I wrote a line, words I was never aware of
unraveled like a thread of silk,
like I was swimming and floating in poems.
I wrote as if I was a flying butterfly.
If only I could do the same!
I've been trying to write poetry myself, but I couldn't.
When I started writing poetry,
I also fiercely sought poetic inspiration.
But it made things more difficult.
The point is the feeling.
If you have the feeling, you can write poetry.
But I do feel things.
Then write them down honestly,
like you're taking notes.
That's the most honest thing.
It's not so stinky today.
I guess you didn't shit yourself.
What's this?
- Get this out for me. - What kind of pill is it?
Why are you taking this pill?
Are you sick?
I'm not sick. It's just a vitamin.
Why take a vitamin all of a sudden?
Why are you being such a nag?
Just get it out for me.
Please.
Let go! Stop it!
Before I die,
I wanna do it just for once.
I don't need anything else.
Just for once...
I wanna be a man.
It's my wish.
Let go of me!
Who do you think I am?
What was that pill you took?
What kind of pill is this?
It's that thing you call Viagra, right?
You go dry and dress yourself.
No one else will from now on.
- Ms. YANG Mija. - Here.
Go to Room 1, please.
Okay.
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Hello.
Please have a seat.
Oh, those are camellias!
I just love camellias.
Flowers of winter, flowers of pain...
Are camellias flowers of pain?
Yes, red flowers represent pain.
White is virginity, yellow is glory.
I've been studying lately to write poetry.
Poetry? Are you a poet?
No, I'm just trying to write a poem.
Did you come alone?
Nobody's with you?
I came by myself. Why do you ask?
I'd prefer talking to someone else.
Why? Is there something wrong?
The test results say
that you've got Alzheimer's.
It's often called “dementia”
No, I'm fine.
You're fine for now.
Since it's at a very early stage.
But the disease has already progressed.
You're occasionally forgetting words for now,
but gradually your memory loss will worsen.
At first, you won't recall nouns
and then verbs.
You know verbs, right?
Of course I know verbs.
But nouns are the most important.
Right, nouns are most important.
Those are fake.
I'm at the hospital.
To get my test results.
Huh? What?
The doctor says I'm okay.
She told me to exercise.
Exercise more.
The doctor also told me to write poetry a lot.
Okay.
Could you go to that place...
Ah...
Dongseoul, what was it? It was a Dongseoul something...
Where there are a lot of long distance buses.
- The bus terminal? - Right, the bus terminal.
I get like this.
TIME PASSES AND FLOWERS FADE
Wet lipstick on the wine glass
With my yearning for you
- Which room is she in? - Room number five.
Room number five?
I've been grabbing onto the rope I had to release
But now's the time to let go
You may have forgotten
My name by now
But I crudely raise
A wineglass again because of you
Now I wanna take off my dress of attachment
And drink a glass of oblivion
Ma'am!
You're really good!
Oh my, don't embarrass me.
I got bored waiting for you, so I was killing time.
You must have broken many hearts back in the day.
You've got great appeal.
In fact I have too many stories to tell about my past.
Anyway, what brings you here?
It's just that...
Regarding the five million Won I have to pay.
Can you lend me the money?
I've got no one else to ask.
Oh, my...
Ma'am.
Don't do this.
I know.
I do.
But there's no way I can get the money.
So I'm asking you.
I will pay you back.
I'll even work here.
I'll do anything.
I'm sorry,
but I don't have the money to lend you.
And there's no job for you at a karaoke bar.
Then what shall I do?
I'll have to rob a bank, then.
Talk to Week's mom.
Why won't you tell her?
You said you talked about everything with her,
and that you were friends forever.
I go to a Catholic church.
And our church is quite old and beautiful.
In the front yard in the springtime...
buds"
that spring from the branches
are a grass green color...
which looks so sad.
It's so pretty that it looks sad.
So I would brush my hand over the buds, saying,
“How pretty you are.”
They say it's a sign that I'm getting older.
I might get sick or I might be in agony,
but I'm happy.
I am happy.
Now I am in love.
But it's so beautiful...
and painful.
It's painful because...
it's a love that cannot be.
He's married, like me.
I always thought I despised him.
He really has a bad temper.
But one day, we were leaving from a night shift
and ended up sleeping together.
It just happened once,
but I couldn't erase that memory.
The more I tried,
the more it reminded me of him.
If only he hadn't been around.
They say, “Out of sight, out of mind.”
But he wasn't meant to be out of my sight.
I cried and laughed like crazy.
But...
the suffering is driving me to death.
But even the suffering is beautiful.
I recall a moment when I was very young.
It might be the very first memory of mine.
I was too young to remember how old I was.
Three?
Maybe four?
I guess Mom was sick.
So my older sister was taking care of me.
We're seven years apart.
In the living room,
the red curtains are drawn closed.
But through a slight opening,
the sunlight is seeping in.
Now I can see half of my sister's face.
The other half is hidden in the shadows.
I think she dressed me in pretty clothes.
“Mija, come here. Come here.”
She is saying, clapping her hands.
I am toddling to her.
Although I was so little, I knew my sister loved me
as she told me to come to her.
I felt so good.
And so happy.
“L am really pretty” was how I felt.
“Mija, come here.”
“Hurry over here, Mija.”
Thank you.
What brings you here? You're all wet from the rain.
Give me the keys to the third floor.
Are you coming back to work?
What changed your mind?
I thought you'd never come back.
What are you looking for?
Take this.
Now.
Ah, here she comes.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Well, hello, ma'am!
Yes, hello.
You're Week's grandma, right?
Yes. And who are you?
I write for The Kyungkang Times.
It must be hard for you these days, right?
Well, it's okay.
Let's see.
Why don't we sit over here?
You look amazing, ma'am.
How nice of you.
How are the settlements going?
Not that great, I guess.
How come?
Is the victim's side refusing your amount?
I don't know for sure,
but the girl's mom doesn't want to settle, I guess.
I see, the girl's mom.
With a case like that, it's usually money problems.
But are there reasons other than money?
- I don't know, but... - Yes?
What's wrong?
No, I can't.
You can't what? What's the matter?
- Please sit for a moment, ma'am. - No!
I just have a few more questions. Wait!
“We're trying to settle with the girl's mom, but she's refusing.”
Is that what you said?
I don't fucking believe this.
Didn't we tell you to watch your mouth?
That guy from The Kyungkang Times finally got his tip
after sniffing around the school and police station almost every day.
She didn't say anything specific yet.
But it's never late to move now.
If only the girl's mom keeps quiet, we'll be okay.
There's not much time.
Come later, okay?
I'm in an important meeting.
How about meeting the girl's mom yourself?
Who, me?
Yes.
You go meet and persuade the girl's mom.
What could I say to her?
I can't do it.
Just plead with her heart-to-heart,
woman-to-woman.
You can be better than us.
Right, sounds like a plan.
A poor old lady, raising her grandson alone,
pleads, woman-to-woman.
Shedding a few tears.
Yes, let's do that.
Ma'am.
Meet her immediately. I'll drive you there, tomorrow.
Call me when you're done. I'll come to pick you up.
I'll take the bus. I see a bus stop there.
I can get home by myself.
Anyway, call me if you need a ride. Do a good job.
Everything depends on you now, do you understand?
Yes.
Your outfit stands out too much.
It really doesn't fit in with the neighborhood.
Then what should I do? Should I go back?
I can come again in different clothes.
You can't just leave now.
Your words hold the key.
Don't say anything to upset her, okay?
You grasp the situation, right?
I'll try.
Excuse me.
Is anyone there?
Where did everyone go?
Are you here for someone?
I guess everyone's out?
The gate was open so I invited myself in, but no one's here.
The mom's out in the fields. What brings you here?
I have to talk to her.
She'll be back around sunset.
Why don't you go to the fields to find her?
Where's that?
Over there you'll find a plastic greenhouse.
Go past it and there's a field near a brook. She'll be there.
How fussy you are.
THE APRICOT TH ROWS ITSELF TO THE GROUND
IT IS CRUSHED AND TRAMPLED FOR ITS NEXT LIFE
Hello.
Yes, hello.
Isn't the weather nice?
Yes, the weather's being helpful.
This place is quite nice. The scenery is so beautiful.
It makes me want to live here.
It's not an easy place to live though.
I found an apricot on my way here.
Many have fallen to the ground.
I took a bite and it tasted quite good.
Fallen apricots taste better.
The ones still on trees are too tart to eat.
Yes, you're right.
It tasted good.
When I saw the apricots on the ground,
I thought they were full of yearning.
Throwing themselves to the ground,
being crushed and trampled on,
they prepare for their next life.
For the first time, I realized this about apricots.
There were also garden zinnias growing near the apricot trees.
And how pretty they fall to the ground.
I felt so blessed to walk in such beauty.
I love flowers so much, I get happy just to see them.
Gazing at flowers makes me feel full
so I don't even need to eat.
You must like flowers 'cause you're pretty.
You think I'm pretty?
Why, thank you.
I do like to dress up a bit.
How's the crop coming along this year?
It's so-so.
I hope it's a good harvest, so you'll earn a lot.
Prices will drop in a good year,
while it's as tough in a bad year.
Nothing's easy, you know?
Yes, but...
I hope everything goes well.
Then...
have a good day.
- Yes, good-bye. - Bye.
Well...
I couldn't meet her.
No one was home.
Sol left after waiting for a while.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry because...
I just returned without meeting her.
“Die
as you love.
To the point that the Vairocana Buddha
hangs suspended by a finger.
Die as you wait.
To the point that the Amitabha Buddha
severs its head to use as a pillow.
Until dawn passes,
the iron bell for offerings to Buddha does not ring.
I sit by the columns of Buseok Temple throughout my life.
Unable to offer you even one bowl of rice.
But within a tear, I build a temple and then tear it down.
Above a rock hanging in the sky, I build a temple.”
“Die as you Love.”
Yes, I'd like to die as I love.
It's a poem that hits you strong,
like when you take a cold shower.
Next is Mr. PARK Sangtae who will read AHN Dohyun's poem.
“L ask you.”
This is the title of the poem.
“Do not even dare kick at the ashes of burnt coal.
Have you ever been a burning person to another?”
That's the end.
It's a good poem 'cause it's short.
The emcee mentioned a shower.
The recent heat wave makes you shower everyday, right?
Well I did some research on showers.
Do you know the five stages of showering?
NO.
You don't?
The five stages are:
Stage one.
Take a shower.
Stage two.
Spread-eagle.
Stage three.
Get a hard-on.
Next is...
Plug it in!
And last but not least...
Oh, thank you!
Thank you very much.
Good health requires occasional physical stimulation.
I'm out of the hospital and back to work.
If you ever visit the police station,
please stop by to see me.
So he works at the police station?
Yes, he does. Pretty funny, isn't he?
We're here to love poetry.
To love poetry is to seek beauty, right?
But he's always talking dirty like that.
It's like he's insulting poetry.
He actually has a good head.
He used to work at the Seoul Police Station,
but after reporting internal corruption,
he was demoted to this country police station.
Really?
It doesn't look like that.
Mr. PARK!
- Mr. PARK! - Yes, yes, yes.
- This lady. - Yes?
She says you're insulting poetry.
How come our chic big sister thinks that?
To recite poetry is to love it, right?
So?
To love poetry is to seek true beauty.
True beauty.
That's a tough one for me.
I'm not that intelligent, you know. Anyway, go on.
In a place where you're supposed to seek beauty,
she says you're always...
talking dirty.
Sorry, big sister!
I apologize for insulting poetry.
I promise to repent.
And to show you I will, let me pour you a glass.
I can't drink.
Just one glass.
They say you should drink or fall in love to write poetry.
Attention everyone!
You all know the poet, KIM Yongtak, right?
- Yes. - Good evening.
I saw him drinking in the other room and dragged him over.
Greetings!
Actually, I wasn't dragged here.
I heard our “Love Poetry” members were here,
so I volunteered to drop by and say hello.
I was here with my young poet friends for a drink.
This man next to me
is the poet, HWANG Myungseung.
- Please join us for a drink. - Okay.
- Join us as well. - Okay.
Good evening, sir.
Are you also a member of this group?
No, I'm not.
But I came to the reading and ended up here.
Anyway, in an era when poetry is dying away,
I am so thankful and happy that there are people like you
who love poetry.
- Sir. - Yes?
Why do you say poetry is dying away?
But it is. Unfortunately.
The day will come when people no longer read
or write poetry any more.
Poetry deserves to die!
He's still young, but he's a poet with superb sensibility.
This year, he was nominated for the Sowol Literature Awards.
And his poems are quite provocative.
“The color of the sky, like a cat dead for a month.”
Verses like this.
Sir.
How can I write poetry?
It's difficult, isn't it? To write poetry.
It is so difficult.
As hard as I try,
I can't seem to write poetry.
How can I write poetry?
You said in your class
that we all carry poetry in our heart.
And that the poetry trapped inside
should be given wings to take flight.
Did you really say that?
Wow, bravo!
To welcome the two poets here,
I'd like to dedicate a song.
What are you doing here alone, big sister?
Are you okay?
Are you drunk?
Why are you crying, big sister?
Is something wrong?
Is it because of poetry?
Because you can't write any?
What's gotten into you? On a Sunday?
I thought you'd be sleeping all day.
Gimme something to eat. I'm hungry.
Faster.
Swirl it, swirl.
I swirl pretty well, don't I?
Hello, there.
Week's grandma is here.
I see you have guests. I can come back later.
No, please come in.
They're people you know, so please come in.
- Hello. - Please say hello, this is Heejin's mom.
Hello.
She is PARK Jongwook's grandma.
She visited your house the other day.
She felt so bad and sorry
that she went alone to apologize,
but she couldn't meet you. Isn't that right?
Is Heejin's brother entering middle school next year?
Yes.
Is he getting good grades?
I hope he is.
- He's so-so. - I see.
He should study hard.
Because his mom's managing so hard on her own.
Where are you going, ma'am?
Ma'am!
Why did you just leave?
Do you have the money ready?
Actually, no.
I came here to tell you that.
Just in case you were waiting.
Then what shall we do?
It's urgent.
The talks are going well with the girl's mom.
It was really hard to make her come all this way.
That reporter helped us arrange this meeting, okay?
How can you say you don't have the money now?
Didn't you talk to your daughter?
Not yet.
Why not? You should have.
Don't you understand the situation?
Say, “Grandpa, I love you,” okay?
She's getting prettier by the day.
Let's see how she can kiss.
Say, “I love you.” On the lips.
- Now it's your turn. - Who is it?
Good.
Grandpa stinks.
Oh, ma'am!
This is so sudden.
Yes, it is so sudden, right?
Uh, right. What brings you here?
I have to talk to Mr. KANG.
Don't!
Okay, don't!
PLEASE GIVE ME FIVE MILLION WON. I BEG YOU, DON'T ASK WHY.
I want to say I'm borrowing the money,
but I can't, because it's useless.
Why should I?
WHY SHOULD I GIVE YOU MONEY WITHOUT A REASON?
So you're here to talk to my father-in-law?
I guess it's something serious?
It's nothing serious.
I just came for the money he owes me.
He owes you money?
What money?
Dad.
Do you owe her money?
IS THIS BLACKMAIL?
It doesn't matter what you think.
I won't make any excuses.
Yes, yes. Taeyeol's dad said he'd be here soon.
And Byungjin's dad has an appointment,
but he'll join us an hour later.
Yes, yes. Come in. Yes.
Enjoy your meal.
So you finally got the money?
Then I'll be on my way.
Sit. What's the rush?
It's all cash.
Did you really rob a bank?
- So the mom settled? - Yes, she settled.
Once the 30 million Won is paid, it will all be over.
Since you paid your share-
No problem!
Now everything's okay.
That's why we're here for a small celebratory drink.
Since everyone has suffered.
So is it all over now?
For good?
It's hard to say if it's over for good.
If the victim is an adult, a settlement is enough.
But in the case of a minor,
if someone informs the police, an investigation is required.
But we cleaned up everything with the school and the press
and reached a settlement with the girl's mom.
So there's nothing to worry about any more.
I'm sure you haven't eaten yet. Why don't you join us?
- I have to go. - Really?
What?
Let's go!
Why?
Good-bye, ma'am.
Enjoy your meal.
Is it good?
Is it?
Take a bath when you get home.
Why?
Just because.
Take a bath and cut your nails.
Since you recently got a haircut, you won't need one.
You should look decent.
And your mom's coming tomorrow.
Why's she coming?
I told her to come.
It's been a while since you've seen her.
Look here.
This part's still dirty.
Was it too precious to clean?
You need to scrub the back of your heels when you take a bath.
Why do you even need a scrubbing towel?
Is it just for fun?
You're always like this.
You even bathe halfheartedly!
Even when you wash your face, you just pat water on like a cat.
Why won't you scrub your ears and neck thoroughly?
You should always...
keep your body clean.
A clean body makes for a clean mind.
Nice shot!
Great!
Perfect!
- Hey, boy. - Yes?
Come here. It's okay.
Big sister. Want me to teach you a trick?
Your form ain't right, Detective PARK!
What's wrong with my form? I look cool enough.
Big sister, your serve.
Nice shot!
Great!
Our big sister's great!
Trying to look cute with your eyes like this.
Then what should 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 them.
Ms. YANG Mija placed them 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?
C an 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 good-bye,
like the wind that lingers and the goes,
just like a shadow.
Promises that never came,
the love sealed till the end,
the grass kissing my weary ankles
and the tiny footsteps following me.
It's time to say good-bye.
Now as darkness falls,
will a candle be lit again?
Here I pray
that nobody shall cry
and I hope you 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.
I hope you know 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 hope to meet you
standing beside me.