Good idea! I like the poems in this drama as well.
It's Okay If You Don't Love Me by Lee Jung Ha
It's okay if you don't acknowledge me. A new leaf will sprout, even under the cold rain and the stars will come out, even if clouds cover it. It's okay if you don't offer me a hand. I blazed up like a dry leaf as someone who couldn't say a word. I'm okay with being in one-sided love, and then becoming love myself. My love, it's okay if you don't love me.
Her bent back collects newspapers and cardboard boxes, Her work pants are loose on her shrunken body, When a car enters the alley, she stands close to the side. With her small cart which is her only flesh and blood, Standing close in solitude, Like a spider on a dirty cement wall, Like an old sting ray at the bottom of a water tank. Standing low and close to a gray wall.
Once the car passes, the grandmother who was like crinkled paper, Slowly straightens out again. The cart’s wheels follow her at her heels like young goats. If I think about the worn out television that will turn on in that room If I think about the tilted sink, pots, and pans And the bent back that will stand in front of it. I choke up. If I think about the rag in the corner which she has probably wrung out
Pain and Sadness Can Also Become a Path by Lee Chul Hwan
I realized this after a long time of pain. That pain can also become a path. There is no life where no wind blows. The wind must blow, so that the tree will root deep inside the earth, so that it won't fall over.
That is why the wind shakes the trees. That is why the wind shakes all of us.
Pain can also become a path. Sadness can also become a path.
I untangled the twisted knot. I also took out the thorn. Without lingering attachment or regret I straightened out my position. I let the twisted relationships go. With a lighthearted feeling and a confident mindset I erased yesterday with the hope of a better tomorrow.
Every Moment is Like a Flower Bud by Jung Hyun Jong
At times, I regret it. What happened back then might have been a gold mine. That person back then, and that object back then could have been a gold mine. I should have gotten closer to you, and talked to you more. I should have listened to you more, and loved you more. I wonder if I sent you off as if I was hard of hearing. As if I was absent-minded. I should have loved those moments more. Every moment is like a flower bud. A flower bud that blooms when I'm eager.
The cricket and I had a chat on the grass. Cricket, cricket. Cricket, cricket. We promised to keep our chat a secret between the two of us. Cricket, cricket. Cricket, cricket. The cricket and i chatted under the bright moonlight.
Jealousy by Jung Ho Seung
The fall rain only loves withered leaves. I felt so jealous that i tumbled about in the withered leaves until the fall rain stopped.