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너는 여자 [이리 보고] Waiting for a Friend ​By Park Ki-bum

"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 너는 여자 박기범 노을이 허리를 굽힐 때 나는 천천히 이름을 잃어간다 젊은 날 불렀던 사람들은 봄날의 제비처럼 떠나고 마당 끝에 남은 의자 하나 그 위에 저녁빛만 앉아 있다 인생이란 강의 반을 건너오니 물살보다 고요가 깊다 사랑은 오래전 우물에 두고 왔고 그리움은 빈 두레박처럼 가끔 바람에 흔들리지만 사람이 그립다 산 그림자 길어질 무렵 누가 와서 오늘 바람이 좋다 하며 내 손목을 잡아 끌어 주면 좋겠다 무릎이 삐걱거려도 천천히 오르다 웃을 수 있는 사람 바다 냄새 묻은 저녁에 종이컵에 물을 따르고 살아온 날들을 조금씩 나누어 마실 사람 멀리 가지 않아도 좋다 동네 끝 정류장까지만 같이 걸어도 세상이 한 번 더 저물 것 같다 눈 오는 날에도 비 오는 날에도 아무 이유 없이 문 두드릴 수 있는 사람 하나 늙은 나무 속에 아직 물이 흐르듯 그 사람과 있으면 남은 세월이 다시 봄처럼 조용히 돋아날 것 같다 나는 그런 벗을 기다리며 오늘도 마당에 의자 두 개를 내어 놓는다 ​Waiting for a Friend ​By Park Ki-bum ​When the sunset bends its back, I slowly begin to lose my name. ​The people I called out to in my youth Have left like swallows in the spring. A single chair remains at the edge of the yard, With only the evening light sitting upon it. ​Having crossed half the river of life, The silence runs deeper than the current. ​Love was left in the well long ago, And though longing occasionally sways in the wind Like an empty bucket, I still miss the presence of a person. ​As the mountain shadows lengthen, I wish someone would come to me, Remark on how pleasant the breeze is today, And gently take me by the wrist. ​Even if my knees creak, A person I can climb with and eventually laugh with. On an evening scented with the sea, Someone to pour water into paper cups And sip through the days we’ve lived, bit by bit. ​We wouldn't even have to go far. Just walking together to the bus stop at the end of the village Would make it feel as if the world Is setting beautifully once more. ​On snowy days, On rainy days, Someone whose door I can knock on For no reason at all. ​Just as water still flows inside an old tree, If I am with that person, The remaining years of my life Would seem to sprout quietly again, Like spring. ​Waiting for such a friend, I set out two chairs in the yard Again today.