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EBS History of Culture Series - Part 1 THE COUNT OF MYEONGDONG
Along with the May 16 coup d'etat,
~ Final Episode ~
our 1950s came to a conclusion.
Both the 60s and 70s ran towards one proposition alone,
overcoming poverty.
~ Jung Bo Seok ~
That endless rush to develop, under the slogan of...
"let's have a good life ourselves."
However, the price to pay for the fulfillment of such economic development...
was forcibly letting go of any attachment to personal and spiritual freedom.
Some think that, if the social disorder caused by the post-April 19 had continued,
this country would have never experienced such a stunning development.
It could very well be true.
But, then again, was that truly the case?
Naivety drenched our entire 1950s.
It was a time when circumstances held more importance than laws.
When people said "there's no law for that,"
they never intended any penal or civil code.
People's common duties and justice was what they meant.
In a society which emphasized common moral duties over law,
it could only be natural that humanism would pervade life.
Such were the 1950s.
Looking back, one could certainly argue...
that it's only because we erase all bad memories,
and reminisce on the good ones with heartfelt nostalgia.
You could make a strong case for that.
However,
if the Myeongdong of the 1950s still existed as it was,
if...
the same humanism, the generosity and all the dreams...
which surrounded it still existed,
then wouldn't our lives and the way we live be much different as well?!
For sure,
Myeongdong would bring even more solace to our lives.
~ Spring 1980 (Seoul) ~
Seonsaengnim.
Look this way, will you?
~ Lee Bong Gu ~
Over here, come.
Come here.
This was a back alley.
And this street wasn't so huge,
they started enlarging it during the 70s.
You could find stores open right here by the driveway.
You would find the goldsmith, the camera shop,
and right here...
What was it again?!
There was this famous coffee shop actors would usually frequent.
If this was a back alley,
do you mean that coffee shop stage actress Ham Hyeon Jin used to run?!
Ohh! That's the one!
It must have been the early seventies, probably.
So Myeongdong extended all the way here.
Right.
Here...
Follow me.
This place was bombarded and remained unoccupied for years,
so they erected this huge board to block the view.
Here...
That alley led to the Chinese Embassy.
Call it the haberdashery alley, if you will.
All sorts of bibs and bobs were sold,
and the Myeongdong Theater was over there,
while right next door was this famous bean jam place run by a Chinese.
It tasted like heaven.
Let's go.
This is probably where the Applause coffee shop was.
And over there was the tailor shop.
Wait a moment...
The Bronze, Gongcho Seonsaengnim's headquarters...
Ohh... right, right!
Right over there.
This is just as it was?!
Everything else looked so new and different, I couldn't recognize it.
But this is just like it was in the old days.
Does this building have a particular history of its own?
This is where the Orient Saloon was.
Remember? I told you about it.
This young businessman called Kim Dong Geun...
erected a three-storey building.
The first floor was a coffee shop,
the second a lab for scribes,
and the third a meeting room.
Ahh... So this is the famous Orient Saloon?
Aigoo... looks tasty.
Here...
Seonsaengnim, was this noodle house already open back then?
Sure was.
Did it start in the 50s?
Nah.
Was it 1968 or 69...
Probably around then.
But all this area was filled with restaurants.
It all tasted great, and was cheap.
So where was the Eunseong, Seonsaengnim?
Right around this edge was the Eunseong.
It was the perfect spot to hang around and visit.
The perfect spot indeed.
If you ask people from back in the day, they will all talk of the Eunseong.
Was it really that famous?
Yeah...
It opened in the mid-50s,
and only closed up shop around the early 70s,
so it was even more famous.
Not a single corner...
They changed it all.
Why do you keep shooting me?
Remain seated, I'll shoot just another few.
Come here.
Come sit next to me.
I really did nothing much.
Just because I loved Myeongdong,
I sat here and witnessed as all the faces and sights graced my sight.
So where did that "Count of Myeongdong" moniker...
Back then, if I didn't come to Myeongdong even for just one day,
my fingers would itch so much, I couldn't take it anymore.
You know... just like people are eager to head home once they're off work,
we all flooded Myeongdong, afraid to wake up at home in the morning.
Myeongdong was our home,
and we felt like strangers at our real homes.
If we came to Myeongdong, we'd find people to meet,
scribes would get commissions,
and we would spend the day grumbling about being constantly broke,
drinking the night away.
Anyhow...
Whenever we came to Myeongdong,
you'd find that pungent, warm, pulsating smell of people.
Right...
The smell of people...
It's because people scare me.
Just get up, Hye Rin.
What will people think, if they see a woman sitting like that?!
Woman or man alike!
I bet you laugh at me behind my back just like the others?!
Why would I?!
Didn't you say women acting improperly are sinners?
I never said that.
You know?
~ Jeon Hye Rin ~
People scare me the most.
What kind of people?
Those who, despite being lonely,
refuse to acknowledge it as loneliness.
Those whose loneliness takes their breath away,
but still breathe as if nothing happened.
Fine, all right.
Let's go have a drink somewhere.
So you'll have a drink with me,
and then return to cursing me behind my back later?!
No... No...
At least you wouldn't do that.
You probably... wouldn't do that, but...
Can't help it.
I'll have to sit with you.
I know that.
The fact that many people talk behind your back.
The woman who doesn't even bathe...
Whose fingernails are brimming with dirt...
The one who, whenever drunk, would ask anyone out,
jumping on them just for the sake of it.
Am I really like that?
It's because you're that famous.
So they don't like a woman being famous, isn't that it?!
We don't need to stoop to their level.
Living with passion, Seonsaengnim...
Is trying to fill with passion this insipid life really that much of a sin?
Is trying to stray off the ordinary and common really so terrible?!
Men can...
But women can't.
Isn't that wrong?
And you're trying to tear down all those walls by yourself?
Would be hard, I guess?!
It sure would.
Even if I tear my entire body apart, right?
For the time being...
Then, I'll have to grow some patience?!
Or at least pretend to do so.
But if I can't stand waiting...
then...
that only leaves me with dying.
That is not the answer.
So what is?
Living.
Living until your very last moment.
Ehh...
Seonsaengnim, you're so petty!
Haven't I always been that way?!
I don't know...
Seonsaengnim, goodbye.
You're going?
I should.
You're going home, right?
What home?
Seonsaengnim.
You know?
I want to live.
Just as you said,
until my very last moment, I want to live.
But...
Why should I do that...
is something I can't explain, however hard I try.
You know...
I don't want to turn this world into a petty place.
Not for a minute, nor a single second...
I don't want to squander my breath for a trivial life.
Life is precious.
It's light shining in the dark.
It's nothing trivial.
So, I...
I love those breathing and living a passionate life.
I love it.
This world of ours.
Is living with such passion...
and fire a sin?!
If I die, people will rattle on.
"Why did she die?"
"What could have killed her?"
Uh?!
Why?
Why?!
They'll take someone else's life,
and chop it to smithereens once again.
You're not telling me...
Hye Rin.
You're not telling me you're trying to kill yourself, are you?
Seonsaengnim.
Living a normal life will kill me.
A trivial life will only kill me!
Go back home!
Hye Rin!
Seonsaengnim...
Goodbye!
Good... bye!
Was it suicide?
Jeon Hye Rin's death.
Didn't the rumors suggest that?
Jeon Hye Rin...
was not a feminist.
Hye Rin was just...
a humanist.
And what is that supposed...
The real issue...
is that nobody tried to understand the suffering she was going through.
No.
Most people must have been experiencing the same exact thing.
But the difference...
was that Jeon Hye Rin clashed with that suffering firsthand,
whereas we just pretended it never existed, I guess?!
But what people care about is whether this exceptional talent's death...
was a suicide or not.
And what is so important about that?
It sure was short,
but passion drenched every minute she lived.
Isn't that enough?!
You'll forgive me, Seonsaengnim.
But what was the reality of the suffering you experienced in the 50s and 60s?
So many people spent their days in suffering and in the bottle's embrace,
wasting their immense talent, which in many cases could never even bloom.
Couldn't it be because of poverty?
Scribes and artists were having it hard.
~ August 1970 ~
Kim Hyung.
~ Bang Ok Rye ~ (Kim Gwan Shik's wife)
Kim Hyung, are you in?
How are you, Lee Seonsaengnim?
I finally found it.
Aigoo, let me take a breather.
It was hard getting here, wasn't it?
Aside from that, I kept wondering whether people could really live up here,
looking back more than once.
Kim Hyung?!
He's inside.
Dear.
Lee Bong Gu Seonsaengnim is here.
Go on in.
Here...
What is this?
I brought him a bottle of liquor.
If he behaves, award him with just a drink every now and then.
~ Kim Gwan Shik (poet) ~
What brought our Lee Gun all the way to this godforsaken hole?!
I haven't seen you in Myeongdong for so long...
What is there to see in Myeongdong?
Gongcho Seonsaengnim passed away,
and even the Kim Su Young I had so much fun talking with is dead.
Have a seat.
The roof won't fall down, have a seat.
Might look shabby, but it was built properly.
Aigoo... seeing you,
the bottle comes back to mind.
And what is that?
I did hear that she did her damnedest to kill off your drinking habits...
Know why that kettle is in that state?
However hard she tried, I looked at that kettle dozens of times every day,
think it would still be in good condition?!
You don't look so good, what's wrong?
You're not even forty, and you already look like a few decades older.
Liver, heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys,
drinks melted away all my five viscera.
It's a miracle I'm still alive.
You should have quit drinking while you still could, then!
Without the bottle, would I have survived this long?!
She was so glad I quit drinking,
but you can't recover from decades of drinking in just a few months.
And, to people who will die for the bottle,
a glass or two could only act as a painkiller,
but she will never realize that.
At least, when I used to drink, I had the energy to eat...
and I even slept well...
You wretched fool...
How can you say that?
So, how did you manage to quit?
You just said you couldn't even eat without drinking.
It's just that...
I couldn't face my wife anymore.
Before we got married, the things that I promised her...
numbered in the hundreds.
But, recently, it all came to mind,
so I told her that, while I couldn't fulfill them all,
she could pick only one promise, and I'd keep it.
And what she told me...
was that her first wish was for me to stop drinking,
that her second was for me to quit drinking,
and even her third was for me to never drink again.
As if she was Kim Gu Seonsaeng or something...
That something you can't endure without the bottle.
What on earth could that be?
Grim Reaper Naeuri...
If you're going to come for me...
do it at the witching hour.
I fear no death,
but it must be at the witching hour that you come to me,
so that I will recognize you,
and follow you into the dark.
Dear!
Does it hurt bad?
I'll call the doctor.
Ok Rye...
My beloved Ok Rye.
You...
My beloved, generous and kind Ok Rye.
What's wrong with you?
I owe you a lot for all the things you did for me over the years.
Even if death takes me away,
don't cry.
And tell the kids not to cry, either.
Don't cry, and smile.
People...
are nothing but wanderers,
on a fleeting journey called life.
But I will now return home,
so how joyous could it be?
That is why you must smile.
Gwan Shik...
You can't leave us.
Know what I feel guiltiest about?
Our youngest's tuition fees...
Leaving that burden to you again.
Dear!
Gwan Shik... Dear!
Dear!!
Kim Gwan Shik's father-in-law Seo Jeong Ju,
right after Gwan Shik died, wrote this.
"He tried in earnest not to trust anyone,"
"Pouring rivers of vitriol over his every acquaintance."
"He stubbornly oozed pride, basked in loneliness,"
"And after drenching his whole life in an alcoholic frenzy,"
"His rotten lungs closed the chapter on a young life which did not reach forty."
"Recommending Kim Gwan Shik as a poet..."
"is something I regretted for a long period of time,"
"But is it now something which will never afflict us again?"
"We will never have to worry again about him..."
"making us cry and fret with worry."
What I was saying...
Is there really a reason why he couldn't help but drink so desperately?
Who ever asked you to understand Kim Gwan Shik's suffering?!
It's because of people like you, trying to analyze life as if it was a perfect science,
that Kim Gwan Shik and Jeon Hye Rin died!
I'm sorry.
I...
It's nothing.
I just...
We just thought that it would be a shame to let...
the decade when our people led the most honest of lives be forgotten.
Do you really believe that?
Yes.
After May 16,
was it a fortnight later?!
I paid Kim Su Young a visit.
Right after May 16...
Kim Su Young kept to himself for quite a while.
You know that the armed forces causing the coup d'etat...
used anti-communism as a public commitment.
Kim Su Young must have been afraid of that.
Hyun Gyeong.
It's me, Lee Bong Gu.
Hyun Gyeong.
Is anyone in?
Hyun Gyeong.
They're all dead.
I haven't paid attention for a few days...
What about Su Young?
After he heard on the radio that the troops entered Seoul,
he suddenly started shivering, hiding himself in the locker.
I asked him what was wrong,
told him that he didn't do anything wrong to hide like that.
And he said they were going to oppose communism,
that they marched in with their tanks.
I left for a moment to see how things were going,
and I couldn't find him anymore.
I looked all over the place.
After a week, I got a call from Mount Dobong,
telling me he was there.
So I asked his mother how he was doing,
and she said he looked like a ghost.
Where is he now?
I'll go meet him.
I've had enough.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore.
Where is he?
He woke up at the break of dawn,
and said he's heading for the riverbank.
Said that today he will die.
Today will be his last day.
He's been living in hell for the last ten years.
It's my fault.
Everyone...
was pointing fingers at him.
He was just starting to get better...
Just accept it.
The Jang Myeon government had faults of its own.
Although what the troops did is certainly not acceptable.
The troops using anti-communism as the leading force of their revolution...
is not something they'll use politically like Lee Seung Man did.
The students went too far, after all.
With their "let's head for the 38th parallel" slogans and all.
Could unification be accomplished that way?!
It will only fuel social unrest.
Unrest?!
Making a living is hard enough as it is,
and if you even add social disorder to the equation...
It's hard to make a living?!
What I'm saying...
Why do people live?
Just to stuff their bellies and then shit it all out?!
Listen to you...
Do you earn democracy free of charge?!
Freedom, equality, justice.
Is that something you can easily achieve?
Of course I can agree with that...
I've had enough of the Jang Myeon government myself.
Nor do I like the kind of unification movement those students are pushing for.
But, it's only been a year.
Only a year since April 19 and the fall of the dictatorship.
The democracy we built with our own hands is just a year old!
Did we ever experience democracy?!
No... let's even forget about democracy and whatnot.
Set aside doctrine and ideology,
have we ever experienced a society...
which put more emphasis on our freedom?!
Excessive freedom can turn into self-indulgence.
And if it does, so what?!
If people who never experienced freedom indulge themselves a little,
does it justify those troops trampling on them with their tanks?!
Ehh... you rotten bastards!
That damned freedom... Lee Seonbae...
It's not something you can cut squarely like a piece of tofu.
It's not something you can experience secondhand,
or something that filling our bellies will solve.
That...
What we call freedom, you know?!
It's something you achieve after countless trials, errors and unrest.
I kept thinking about it after the coup d'etat.
That Jang Myeon was not completely incompetent.
Maybe, Jang Myeon...
could have just been waiting for us to deal with this unrest on our own.
Su Young.
Let's wait.
The troops said they'll leave, once the unrest is dealt with.
That is not the issue!
They ruined it all!
This is unrest, unrest can't be tolerated, we're reestablishing order!
They all ruined it.
The chance for us to comprehend, gain and protect real freedom!
You still can't understand, Lee Seonbae?
Anti-communism is not a doctrine,
democracy is.
Anti-communism is no ideology,
freedom is!
Pardon my asking, but if the unrest during Jang Myeon's regime had continued...
I'm not trying to legitimize the military revolution, obviously.
It's a coup d'etat!
It's not a military revolution, but a mere coup d'etat!
No matter what kind of violence it signifies,
it just proves that violence can oppress freedom!
Then, was Kim Su Young left-wing?
He wasn't.
He surely didn't seem a right-leaning type.
Kim Su Young...
lived for freedom.
Lee Seonbae.
Freedom can never be a product of compromise.
It's not something you can arrange into an appropriate quantity.
It's a perfect whole which will only be tarnished, if limited that way.
That...
is just what you believe.
Just once...
Just for once, Lee Seonbae.
If we could achieve complete freedom just for once,
then we could overcome any distress...
Anything hampering our way.
Know why?
Because we would have tasted what freedom felt like.
That is the most supreme condition men can achieve.
Sweet as honey can be...
So, did Kim Su Young achieve that state?
That is not a path you can walk on all alone.
Was it twenty years...
*Park Jung Hee's restoration during the 4th Republic (1972~1979)
Both military rule and the yushin* have ended.
Yes... spring has come to Seoul.
If Kim Su Young had been alive, what would he say?
That if the unrest of April 19 had continued for another year,
this land would have never experienced a dictatorship again.
Right...
We wasted the last twenty years of our history.
Was it... 1968?!
When Kim Su Young Seonsaeng passed away.
It was a real shame, wasn't it?
What are you doing there, Su Young?
Did you have a drink?
Can a mere poet change the world?
That depends, obviously.
Without any power to change things,
prattling about freedom and revolution,
isn't that just another form of violence?!
For a poem to change the world, it would take some time.
Isn't that right, Su Young?
I was told this by some trooper.
If in English it's G, I, R and L, it should be "jeerl."
How can it sound like "gal"?!
You know, Lee Seonbae?
When people are so busy worrying about putting food on the table,
poems can only become a luxury.
They stand out like drugs.
Still, we need to keep writing them.
Hand me the hammer.
After you've fixed it, then what?!
We'll have to go on living.
I'll go out and make money.
You worry about reading and writing poems.
Poems?! What damned poems?!
I'll keep cleaning chicken shit for the rest of my days.
"I have those eerily foolish moments,"
"when I tell myself I will die, and indeed I perish within,"
"or when I say I will live, and survival becomes reality."
"It all feels like a vagary."
"Call it weariness,"
"or even madness, if you will."
"I am nothing but a miserable, feeble-minded fool,"
"my poems, mendacious shows pouring lies out of my pen."
"My supporting a revolution,"
"or even my own self,"
"it all feels like a lie."
"My dear..."
"I write these words as if preparing my last will,"
"but I will survive."
Every time he wrote a new poem, you'd feel as if he had to change.
Every new work had to have an "esprit nouveau (new spirit),"
~ Kim Hyun Gyeong ~ (Kim Su Young's wife)
and you'd never see him follow the same notions.
He strove to change,
escape from any dichotomies his own style could create.
But his poems also showed a stubborn realism.
He was obsessed with being ahead of the times, about the new.
Who is it?
Hyun Gyeong, open the gates!
He would never just read for the sake of it,
or stop reading something for no particular reason.
He was really dedicated to it.
Even just standing by his side and seeing him so involved in it,
I felt envious myself.
But it wasn't just reading, his entire personality across the board...
was like that.
He was really sincere, that fella.
He was shining with sincerity.
He really didn't... not in the slightest...
waste one second of his life.
Even when he was just reading, he was dead serious about it,
it felt as if he was chewing those pages.
I guess that laid the foundations for his personality,
as his literary works and poems really ooze those sensibilities.
What is the matter, this late?
Tell me.
I think you'll have to come down yourself.
Your husband...
What...
Did he fight with someone again?
It's not that...
Right before the curfew,
this huge bus ended up hitting someone on the sidewalk...
And that was my husband?!
My husband saw this fella in a pool of blood being carried away,
and he said he looked just like your husband.
Hyun Gyeong!
He'd say he would help me at home, and would start mopping up.
He did that, and sometimes even helped me in the kitchen.
Anyhow...
he was brimming with devotion for his family, wife and kids.
Dear...
Where are you?
Dear!
Dear...
Dear.
Dear!!
Also, every time he would go out,
I'd always prepare a pack of cigarettes,
a handkerchief,
and...
his taxi fare, along with 3,000 won on top.
Yes, I always gave him 3,000 won.
But that wouldn't be enough,
if he'd end up having a drink.
Yet, sometimes he just wouldn't drink,
and other times just have a glass of makgeolli (raw rice wine).
Anyhow, that's all he'd spend.
Su Myeong!
Seonsaengnim...
What happened?
A bus...
A bus ended on the sidewalk...
When we were dating...
we'd go to the Dolce,
or places like the Figaro,
listen to music,
have a cup of tea...
all we did was going around the alleys of Myeongdong.
But...
you wouldn't believe what I had to endure because of him.
It must have been a spring day.
I suddenly was in the mood for radish.
You know, altari radish.
So I went, and bought some.
I bought some altari radish,
and asked them to take off all the leaves,
and wrap it up nicely,
after which we headed to the park,
and as we sat, facing each other...
we ate that radish.
But he kept fooling around about that all day.
He kept going at it,
saying that I'd eat radish because I ran out of junk food,
and joked about it with everyone he met.
"My wife loves junk food..."
"So much that she had to buy radish to satisfy her whims."
You didn't hear about that?
All those jokes about me?
I've heard them.
Isn't a bus what people use for a comfortable ride?!
But how could it end up on a sidewalk where people pass by?
Now that I think about it, that was really something.
Losing such an extraordinary poet because of a bus.
Excuse me...
Aren't you Lee Bong Gu Seonsaengnim?
Aigoo!
That hoodlum fella!
Ahh... I'm sorry, I called you a hoodlum.
It's nothing.
I was so happy to see you, it just came out...
Then again,
back in the days, we made quite a mark with these!
Lee Hwa Ryong didn't.
Of course he didn't!
No doubt about that!
But, looks like health hasn't been too kind to you?!
It's been kind enough.
Everyone has left before me already.
Do you come to Myeongdong often, these days?
Far from it.
Even just walking is bothering me.
So... I'll see you around.
Yes.
Still...
you should protect our Myeongdong.
You're the Count of Myeongdong!
Myeongdong...
If anything of that Myeongdong was left intact,
then I could think about protecting it.
It is time to conclude our story.
After Park In Hwan, Lee Jung Seop,
Jeon Hye Rin, Oh Sang Soon and Kim Su Young,
Lee Bong Gu left us as well.
And...
Myeongdong completely changed.
Is it so glorious because it all vanished?!
Looking back,
it feels just like yesterday when Park In Hwan would open the Poem's doors,
wearing his Burberry coat and muffler.
When Gongcho Oh Sang Soon's nihilism would spurt inside all that cigarette smoke,
and Lee Jung Seop would carve all his sadness on silver foil.
Yes.
Looking back, Myeongdong was the street of romanticism.
Those sensibilities were filling the air.
However,
that was not the reason why, in this early 21st century,
we so fervently looked at our Myeongdong from the 1950s.
Kim Su Young said that it's from unrest that freedom can be born.
We couldn't endure the one-year-long unrest which emerged...
after the April 19 revolution.
Because we couldn't endure that much unrest,
our claims of deserving freedom might be unfounded after all.
After the May 16 coup d'etat,
Korea experienced an unprecedented economic growth.
Our lives have started basking in abundance.
But it was not abundance which also filled our mind and spirit.
It was at the expense of that freedom Kim Su Young so ardently longed for...
that we've been living all these prosperous decades.
And what is even more important...
is the fact that we still cannot comprehend what freedom is really about.
What could freedom mean?
Could it not signify the limitless potential of the human mind?!
Let's put it in even simpler terms.
Couldn't freedom be that limitless love for people itself?
Over there lies Myeongdong.
You might not find its old lights and shadows down those streets,
but would that mean that they have completely vanished?
Wouldn't all the dreams, the sadness, the hope for the future...
of all those artists who walked down those streets...
be hiding somewhere inside us, up to this day?!
Yes.
It surely didn't disappear.
It must be surviving, somewhere.
We will leave you by introducing a poem by Kim Su Young.
Variations on Love.
"Desire, open your lips."
"I shall find love deep down inside."
"Withering in the wind of the night are the echoes of that radio broadcast,"
"Caressing your ears like a loving embrace,"
"Like a flowing river dissipating into the shadows."
"The gloomy and misty shadows of love past the riverbank,"
"Withered trees staring at the March sky,"
"Buds of love awaiting their call,"
"Their gentle whispers staring at deep blue mountains,"
"Like the mist's embrace at morn."
"As the train of love passes by,"
"Our sadness howls in despair within that tunnel,"
"Ignoring the lights of Seoul, like avoiding a pigsty's dregs."
"In brambles and ramblers, their pointy and long thorns,"
"Even there you find love."
"Why does the forest of love so unyieldingly march on?"
"Until the day comes, when you will learn that only love can feed love."
"That like boiling vapors parting ways with their kettle,"
"Love burns and boils with passion."
"That even in separation lies love."
"From this room to the other,"
"From my grandmother's resting place..."
"To the errand boy's room."
"Like a cat's sparkling eyeballs, suavely moving inside the ghastly dark,"
"Love knows the deepest shadows of the night."
"And it knows what love is made of."
"Of closing your eyes after a passionate gaze,"
"Of the passion burning the flags of the French revolution,"
"Of everything we learned from April 19,"
"But we no longer shout."
"O, beautiful resolve of the peach, apricot and persimmon seeds."
"O, wicked storms of beliefs, made of silence and love."
"Bombay, New York, Seoul all together."
"Bigger than any belief as it is,"
"Compared to the great city of love I shall bury into oblivion,"
"Are you nothing but an ant?"
"My son."
"It is not to impart fanaticism upon you."
"Grow until love visits your gates."
"Until the end of mankind,"
"When you have emptied your bottle of time,"
"When all oil in the American continent dries up,"
"The words you must carve deep down your heart..."
"You will learn from the exhausting lights of the city."
"They will teach you the fierce serenity of silence."
"You will wonder whether it was all made of love!"
"Until one day, just for once,"
"They will spurt out in a roborant frenzy."
"And may not those days be wasted..."
"In heedless contemplation as your father's lonesome nights."
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LEE Jin Woo as ~ Kim Su Young (1921~1968) ~
CHA Gwang Su as ~ Park In Hwan (1926~1956) ~
PARK Cheol Ho as ~ Lee Bong Gu (1916~1983) ~
PARK Young Ji as ~ Oh Sang Soon (1894~1963) ~
AHN Jung Hoon as ~ Kim Gwan Shik (1934~1970) ~
KANG Tae Gi as ~ Lee Jung Seop (1916~1956) ~
Music by IM Taek Soo, IM Hyo Taek
Written by JUNG Ha Yeon
Produced By LEE Chang Yong, NAM Nae Won
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