Within me, there’s too much of myself
It leaves no place for you to find rest
It leaves no place for you to find rest
Within me, there are futile wishes
It leaves no place for you to find comfort
Within me, helpless darkness lies
It snatches away your resting seat
Within me, insurmountable sadness
Is poised like a dense forest of thorn trees
Whenever the wind blows
The dry branchlets chafing against one another, weep
To seek out a resting place, the exhausted little birds
Hurt by the thorns they fly away.
Within me, there’s too much of myself
It leaves no place for you to find rest.
- 시인과 촌장-
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