봄날은 간다 [진짜] Spring Days are Passing ​By park ki-bum

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"The Korean song is followed by an English version."
"Hello, I am poet park ki-bum. I’ve started creating songs based on the poems I wrote myself. I hope you enjoy listening to them. Any singers who wish to cover my songs are more than welcome to do so. My only wish is for many people to find joy in them. Thank you for your trust."

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봄날은 간다

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봄이 온다고
마을 우물가가 먼저 안다
밤새 얼어 있던 물이
누군가의 이름을 풀어 놓는다
나는 그 이름을
두 손으로 떠 마셨다

그대 음성처럼 청량하다
사람 하나가
사람 하나를 안는 일은
생각보다 가볍다
몸은 새 한 마리 무게
마음은 산 하나 무게
그래서 어떤 날은
팔이 닿았는데도
우리는 서로를 안지 못한다

들판 끝에서 바람이 풀린다
민들레 몇 개가 세상으로 흩어진다
그중 하나가 내 가슴에 안겼다
너라는 씨앗
나는 오래도록 흙인 척 앉아 있다
사람 마음은 봄눈 같다
잠깐 반짝이다 손바닥에서 사라지는 봄눈

그래도 누군가는
사라질 줄 알면서도
두 손을 가만히 내민다

저녁이 오면
강가에 앉아
오늘 떠나간 것들을 하나씩 불러 본다
대답없는 물결이
조용히 고개를 끄덕인다

그래 봄날은 간다
그러나 누군가의 마음속에서는
아직도 조심조심
꽃이 되어 흔들리고 있다

​Spring Days are Passing
​By park ki-bum
​The village well is the first to know
That spring is on its way.
The water, frozen all through the night,
Unravels someone’s name.
I scooped up that name
With both my hands and drank it down.
​It is as refreshing as your voice.
For one person
To embrace another
Is lighter than one might think.
The body weighs as much as a single bird,
The heart weighs as much as a single mountain.
And so, there are days when,
Though our arms touch,
We cannot truly hold each other.
​At the edge of the fields, the wind uncoils.
A few dandelions scatter into the world.
One of them landed in my embrace—
A seed named 'You.'
For a long time, I sit there,
Pretending to be the soil.
The human heart is like spring snow;
It glitters for a moment,
Then vanishes from the palm.
​And yet, someone
Still holds out their hands quietly,
Even knowing it will disappear.
​When evening falls,
I sit by the river
And call out the names of things that left today, one by one.
The wordless ripples
Nod their heads in silence.
​Yes, spring days are passing.
But inside someone's heart,
It is still, very carefully,
Swaying like a flower.
​