P. I

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P. II

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<Koryeo>

There is beautiful motion that is not dance.
There is sophisticated motion that is natural.
There is attacking mind that can not be perceived.
It is
An art obtained only through pain.

I should repeat thousands times after one learning.
I should look forward in spite of sweat stinging eyes.
And should trim off myself in cruel pain.
Only after perfect erasion of all my excrescence,
Without even a dust left in empty place,
The hollowness changes to a too fast motion
With the invisible change to tranquil courage.
As an absolutely simple picture is too vivid,
Seeing transcendence to the inside of life
In cold trembling,
It can be comfortable.

Only then
My love will come to me
Attracted by those dances
Which are not dances,
And
I will be able to keep her.

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