Late Autumn in Seoul

Unfortunately, what happened to my life story was the opposite.

The young girl who I hated was actually destined to be around me. I had kicked her away from me, but instead she approached me with her worn skirt. I had blurred the combination of gesture from my eyes, and she gave me innocent silly laughter. I had pushed her down, but she pulled me even closer, approaching me.

She think who she is? Did she think that she was the Hiroshima atomic bomb?

Who is she who made me think I was a sinner?

A sinner in late autumn?