Deep in thought, an image of large soft brown eyes seeking an answer, yet an answer he is afraid to give, one he more than desires above all to answer. He would save her…but it's out of his realm of power.
Heavy, downtrodden footsteps, having a mind of their own took him to a park full of thriving green grasses and trees. Freshness and life surrounded all around, but he stopped in front of one particular decaying tree. Once tall, proud with beautiful cherry blossoms, it now stood, gnarled, roots surrounding the trunk, withered from time.
Myeol Mang gazed up at the tree sadly, feeling an odd kinship with the dying tree. An elderly man passing stopped, seeing the handsome stranger gazing at the tree.
The older gentleman gazes up at the tree, says
"In the past, the flowers were a sight to see. Now, the flowers don't bloom anymore."
Myeol Mang simply states,
"It's dying."
The older man looks over, serious tone, says,
Just like us. You and I, we are both dying. We're all like that. Living creatures. I thought I could always see them, but now that I can't I am disappointed."
He walks away, swings his arms, quietly says,
"The flowers were so pretty."
Myeol Mang glances down, briefly reflects on the elders wise words, as Dong Kyung's words come back to him…. what do you think about when you look at me?