A Muse

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EUNGYO:

I have never seen a moon so beautiful.

I believe she was watching the same moon.

But to her

The moon wouldn't have looked so beautiful.

Every person sees a different vision

of a same object.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I'm Eungyo.

How did you get in here?

There's a ladder by the fence.

I've always wanted to

sit in a chair like this.

Does it belong to you?

You came down from the woods?

Where do you live?

Next to the laundromat.

I'll get going now.

Good bye.

The term 'National Poet' sounds crude.

It is such a blessing to be able to

learn from such a great teacher.

I don't think age matters

once you're past 20.

I'm too old to be called a prodigy.

In my case,

I think I'm just the right age

To present Heart to the world

with confidence.

I will try harder in the future

And there will be much suffering involved.

Too salty?

Now you can write your own stories.

The Heart is topping charts everywhere!

By the way,

I've been commissioned a story.

What?

I've been commissioned a story.

I would like to concentrate on that, so...

Remember the girl who was

sleeping on your porch?

I gave her a ride

from her school by chance

And she was looking for a part-time job.

Isn't she in high school?

She said that she does

all the housework at home.

Tell her to come this Saturday afternoon.

Hello.

Sorry!

It's okay.

Let me do it.

- No, it's fine. I'll do it.

- No, I'll do it.

Don't worry.

Be careful.

Bummer!

What does 'bummer' mean?

Uh, it means thank you very much.

And your name is...

It's Seo Eunpa.

- Thank you, Eunpa.

- Now can I get a hug?

Of course.

Thank you very much.

When I clean the top window,

my fingers go wriggly.

Reminds me of dance lessons...

I use to take dance classes

until 7th grade.

Can you tighten it some more?

How are you going to breathe?

And the skirt?

This short?

Shorter.

They'll be able to see your panties!

All right, this much...

Grumpa, Your pencils are all stumpy.

Would you like me to sharpen them?

Let them be.

Sharp pencils are woeful.

What's so woeful about them?

What do you think?

Grumpa.

If pencils are sad

because they're sharp...

Does that mean

all sharp pencils are sad?

Is that...

Poetry?

Images one derives from an object...

Is often as far apart as heaven and hell.

When I think of pencils

I see a boy running to school.

He loved the sound of his pencil case

rattling inside his school bag.

When the boy couldn't afford

to go to school any more

The rattling sounded

as if the pencils were crying.

Soto me,

the pencils means tears.

When you say

'Grumpa, please sharpen my pencil'

I hear this instead.

"Grumpa, please wipe away my tears. "

Grumpa?

It's me, Eungyo.

Grumpa.

What are you doing here

at this time of night?

Can't you see I'm wet?

Scolding me first...

Grumpa

Can I stay the night?

What?

Please let me stay.

I can't go home tonight.

Let me see your face.

Let me see your face.

Someone has slapped you.

Who is it?

Is it someone you know?

My mom.

Your mother?

She does that sometimes.

But only to me...

I usually go to my friend's house

when something like this happens.

Let's get you changed first.

Follow me.

Grumpa.

Can I tell you something?

I'll take you home

when the rain stops.

Can I tell you something?

Can I?

What?

I said, can I tell you something?

Yes.

I remembered.

Your poem in the textbook.

"Camellia", right?

A little bird by the camellia grave.

A sad bird with red beaks.

A little bird who left crimson tear marks.

It was in my last exam.

By the Way

For me...

Pencils remind me of mom.

When I was young,

She used to shave her heels

with my pencil knife.

Crouching...

She doesn't do it any more

Now that she works in a public bathhouse...

Now it's running sore

So you have to use a dryer.

I don't know what's worse.

That's why I think

the pencil sharpener is sad.

Or is it the heel sad?

That's poetry.

Sad pencil...

Sad heel...

Grumpa!

What do you think about my feet?

Bummer!

Bummer?

You are thanking me

For dropping your blouse?

Grumpa...

Let's have breakfast.

Hello.

What are you wearing?

It's Grumpa's..

Very comfortable.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Is he in the study?

Grumpa! Did you sleep well?

He doesn't eat bread.

I said he doesn't eat bread.

There is some in the freezer.

It's mine.

I think he'll want to eat it.

What do you know?

Then you think

you know him that well?

Of course.

Really?

Grumpa.

Ta-da!

Home-made club sandwich.

Looks good, doesn't it?

Stuff in the refrigerator

turned into work of art.

Try it.

Yes.

Sir, you don't eat bread.

This isn't bread.

It's a sandwich.

I'll bring some coffee.

Sir, she's a high school girl.

Yes she is.

What's wrong with that?

What?

No, nothing...

The roll of thunder was deafening.

How could you be so calm?

I was scared to death.

You must have a lot on your conscience.

That's why I was hiding in.

I found you near my waist in the morning.

Not much of a place to hide...

By the way,

I saw the tattoo below your neck.

Fascinating.

You mean the henna?

It's not a tattoo?

It rubs off after a few days...

You can stop coming to his house now.

Why?

I won't be paying you anymore.

That's strange.

He asked me come twice a week.

What?

He gave me the key to the front gate

because the ladder's too dangerous.

Hey!

My mirror!

Clumsy girl.

Why do you need a mirror in the woods?

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