father’s wrinkles

ㅡㅡFaithㆍCute warriorㅡㅡPohang village guyㅡ

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On my father’s forehead

The fetters of life

plowed

Rice field ridges and field ridges

It’s hollow

Plow the rice field ridge

on my table

White rice and beef soup

You came up

Plow the ridge

I

Wearing black rubber shoes

I bought a bunch of books in a wrapping cloth.

elementary school

You went there

my father

with tears and sweat

I plowed the rice field ridges

with dreams and hopes

You plowed the ridge.

At that rice field ridge

I become the light of the world

You planted a seed

At the ridge of the field

I become the hope of the world

He made it bear fruit

beautiful

the name

God the Father

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

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