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"The Korean song is followed by an English version." Click to see more Homemade "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." "The Korean song is followed by an English version." Click to see more Homemade 따뜻한 겨울을 나눠 먹는 법 박기범 세상은 늘 끓기 직전의 얼굴로 서 있고 우리는 각자의 추위를 견디며 걷습니다 입술 앞의 겨울이 너무 시려서 차마 내뱉지 못한 말들이 주머니에 가득할 때 당신은 묵묵히 냄비에 물을 올리고 말 없는 등불 하나를 내어놓았습니다 거창한 위로가 아니어도 좋습니다 "라면 먹고 갈래"라는 낮은 목소리가 비에 젖은 하루를 말리는 불빛이 되고 서로의 겨울을 조금씩 나눠 먹는 저녁 말은 묶어둘수록 우물처럼 깊어지고 마음은 열어둘수록 세상을 덜 어둡게 하니 오늘을 대화들이 당신의 겨울 주머니 속 오래도록 식지 않는 볏짚이 되기를 말보다 먼저 고개를 끄덕이는 당신의 눈빛에나의 하루도 비로소 몸을 말립니다 How to Share and Eat a Warm Winter By Park Ki-bum The world always stands with a face on the verge of boiling, and we walk, each enduring our own cold. When the winter before my lips is so freezing that the words I couldn't dare to utter fill my pockets, you silently put a pot of water on the stove and offer a single, wordless lantern. It doesn’t have to be a grand consolation. The low voice saying, "Do you want to stay for some ramen?" becomes a light that dries a day soaked in rain, an evening where we eat and share pieces of each other's winter. Words grow deep like a well the more they are tied up, but the more the heart is kept open, the less dark the world becomes. So may today’s conversations become rice stalks in the pockets of your winter— the kind that never loses its warmth. In your gaze, nodding even before a word is spoken, my day finally begins to dry its weary body.