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- Yes.

Be my strength, Admiral.

I'm so lost, sir.

They always lie

and they're so stupid.

I have no strength.

Endure it.

You just have to keep going.

How can I,

when it's so hard?

You have eyes, right?

Yes, sir.

See with your eyes

and you'll get the strength.

Don't see with

the thoughts of others.

Believe your own eyes.

See this?

- Yes, they're leaves.

- No, they're not.

What are they?

If they're not leaves...

Without a name,

it draws a blank.

Other things come to mind.

You're clever.

But your cowardice

blinds your eyes.

I see new things now,

but I'm not sure what.

That's how it is.

Just feel things differently

and be grateful.

For practice, try writing

a pretty poem every day.

Then will I see things

as they truly are?

No, there's no such thing.

Think about it.

Yes, I see...

What do you see, Admiral?

What do you see

from these leaves?

I only see good

and beautiful things.

Only good things...

- Only the good in people, too.

- Only the good...

Don't just do what I say.

Use your own eyes.

I see.

Say...

I was wondering how

my dad is doing up there.

Don't waste time on such things.

Okay, sir.

You're wonderful.

Do you have

any more advice, sir?

The worst things

dwell in sadness and darkness.

I see.

Have a nice day, Admiral.

Go see that place.

Tongyeong is nice, right?

The best thing was meeting you!

Sweet boy.

I wanted to remember

what he told me,

but I could only remember...

''I only see the good in things.''

- An interesting dream.

- Yeah.

Cheers.

What are you doing here?

- When did you come?

- Just now.

I was just about to call you.

Who else would you call here?

But it's such a coincidence.

- You see me every day.

- But still.

Where's your girlfriend?

She wants to sleep in.

Here, this is something...

I wrote it last night.

- Your poem?

- Don't read it now.

It's okay.

Want to read it?

- This is it.

- I see.

- About what I read earlier...

- Yes.

Do you like what you wrote?

It's the best of my recent work.

- Why is it so dark?

- It's dark?

I guess that's how I feel.

- You're into existentialism.

- I just wrote what I felt.

No, you're completely

into existentialism.

It's influenced you.

What is it, anyway?

I told you,

I just write what I feel.

But I know you,

and this isn't you.

You're just exaggerating.

Fancying up your adolescent feelings

with existentialism.

Anyone can see

right through that.

Overcome it on your own.

Just let it go.

I don't have to listen to this.

I'm not the same person

when I write poetry.

Why should I be?

Then live like

there's no tomorrow.

Or be honest with yourself.

Pick one or the other,

but this isn't you.

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