Let me tell you, dear
the stories of winter
of you
of me
of love
and of  those storms far away in the ocean

Let me tell you about winter first, dear
I love winter
Love the cold cold nights that chilled my mind
Frozen and stunned in my thick-cotton-coat and wool gloves
Yet just one word from you
kept me warm for the whole season

now let me talk about you, dear
you-sweet
you-warm
you-full of love
but don't pamper me that much, dear
me-strange
me-always looking for the hands of time

well, now I talk about me, dear
I...love the gloomy and mournful afternoon
love winter
and...I love you, dear
my heart-the flame is still burning
I'm tender-you knew this, right, dear?
I'm extravagant-you may also have known this?
so love me, dear
but don't prison me in prejudices
to me they are powerless
Wake me up with your true love, please dear
then I dare face whatever tomorrow may bring

I am telling you at last, dear
the story of unsleeping ocean
when all the storms dissolve into the silver waves
the story of love and the prayer

but now...
just let me sing the lullaby. dear
then love will sleep soundly on the white-haired waves
now, time to sleep, dear...
winter is coming with her ruby lip.

Busan, 05:00am