ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 꽃 by Kim Chunsu

ㅤㅤㅤ Before I called her name, she was nothing more than a gesture. When I called her name, she came to me and became a flower. Like I called her name, will someone please call my name that suits my light and fragrance? I, too, long to come to her and become her flower. We all long to be something. You, to me, and I, to you, long to become a gaze that won’t be forgotten.