An Old Man's Confession

An Old Man's Confession (Lee Hae-in's poem, 어느 노인의 고백, was translated into English.)

Looking out the window all day has become my routine.  Even if no one comes, thank you for the window, the sky, the clouds and the wind become friends.  I try to squeeze my past days like laundry and hang them in the sun.  The joys and sorrows fluttering in the wind are already dyed wih the glow of the sunset.  If possible, I listen to music sometimes so that my loneliness is dazzling.  Before I leave this world, there are many things I will forgtive and many things I will get forgiveness but I will not be too impatient or worried.  I want to believe that the silence of death is forgiven and forgives. If I could disapper like a single song, quietly and quietly like a single leaf of grass.  I would be happy even if I was forgetten.