May 3

In my dizzy heart, there is sadness and lamentation, and what has settled gradually becomes sediment and sinks,
When I feel lonely,
Sometimes, there are times when my hands get wet and I hit the window.
On evenings like this, I come closer to the stove, kneel down,
Standing alone on a cliff behind a distant mountain,
As it gets dark, the dry leaves that meet your eyes,
We meet each other's eyes with a rustling sound,
I was thinking about that rare, firm and determined tree called buckthorn.

- Baekseok, from ‘Namsinuijuyudong Baksibongbang’



caution.  The picture is not a sea buckthorn tree