Nareul Haetbyeote Mudeojwo

*She comes calmly and confidently in the face of despair like death* The wind that day was very cold. My cheeks, the tip of my nose, and my toes were cold. In the village at dawn, not even the sound of a car passing by could be heard. The sound of dogs barking and tree branches tangled like threads filled Chaorum. Chao-Rum cried, gritting her teeth without making a sound. Chao-Rum cried like that in the phone booth for dozens of minutes before calling her divorced mother. (Source: Naver, translated)