Eun Ji, why is this life a workhouse?
We are quarantined in our little lives
While the freezing stars never arrived
We are cold of being hungry for something
We cannot name, toxins from the whole history
Read to implode in who we have become
Because we have let the world become like this?
There aren’t love poems that can break this threshold
And there aren’t people who can get through to me
Eun Ji, when the worst hour of the worst season
Of our lives came, was anyone there?
There is no place safe from the merciless inventory
Of time, I’ve seen them all drop dead and leave
Like lonely years where winter doesn’t have a name
I’ve felt the quarantine of immortality, and the blessed
Relief of change, these temporary moments
Cannot hope enough, to save the world
And we are stuck getting ready for oblivion.