Yu Si-gyeolWarm pink light remains in the mycelium on the left; white frost lies on the stone ground to the right. Two different songs ring out of harmony at the alley’s end.
Not a bad alley. Spring’s only over by your shoulder. Want to hold the thread, or shall I take a leisurely lead?
As Si-gyeol offers the red thread, he hears the echo and undoes the decorative knot.
Cancel “leisurely.” It’s split toward the music hall and the storehouse. Where’s your destination? We need to choose together while the echo lasts.