Resurrection (해빙기의 영역본)

On his deathbed, Daddy’s feet were still warm.
“Good bye, Daddy,” I said,

Holding his feet with my hands.

Inside her coffin, Sister’s feet were already cold.
I wished her death had been just a nightmare

From which I would soon wake up, 
Wrapping her two feet with my two hands.

After I buried them, I promised myself that I would not love anyone anymore. 
The sea of agony was much deeper and wider than the river of oblivion…

No teardrops were left in my eyes.

That day, I dug a new grave, and I buried the very causes of my life: 
My prayers, my dreams and my poetry…

Several winters have gone by and
A nameless flower bloomed on my grave.
I wanted to pick it up and throw it away,

but somehow I couldn’t.

Behind me, there He was
Holding my two feet frozen
And warming them up with His own tears.

Risen from the ashes of my faith, hope and love,
He was reviving the diminishing fire in my soul with

His own breath.