안 좋은 추억이 가슴에 더 오래 남는데요

By the pitiful fate of three lives, and the ties of a matchmaker, I met a flippant woman, as if in a dream. I trod as carefully as if I were on ice, yet upon seeing my face, the gods became jealous. I am ashamed of myself, but who am I to resent? Is ending my fate not something I have thought of? I will not see her face, yet I miss it. Rather, I would enter my slumber, and see her in my dreams. The leaves in the wind, the animals in the grass, by what enmity must they break even my slumber? Numberless in the world are those in sorrow, but with a young, fresh life, is there anyone as wretched as I?