5/06/2013





Mountains



When the mountain comes into my sight,
My hometown is coming into my sight.

When one mountain is receding into another,
I become a small child surrounded by mountains.

When I climb up my mountain peak, Kuksoobong,
My mother opens her arms to embrace me.

“Son, you have come a long way!”
I come home, Mother!”

Whenever I climb up my mountain,
My mother is always greeting me

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