|▲ Cheesoo Lee, Editor|
Frosty air is piling up
Shoulders are hunched
While anxieties dig into the hearts.
A stage called life where
Numerous audiences are filled with curiosity,
Joy, anger, sorrow and pleasure …
The theme has been fixed.
Although we expect a splendid role
We have to take whatever the part is
In a calm and composed way,
Even if it is not what we wanted.
What would be my role today?
What would be my role tomorrow?
Over harsh reality
A heartwarming word
Falling on my ears.
the hunched shoulders,
The nervous heart.
Cheesoo Lee, Editor firstname.lastname@example.org