Life, Once Again!

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The floor looked at the screen without saying anything while the end-credit was going up after the movie. The content of the film was extremely cliché. The topic of communication between countless loved ones and the living. A series of less-than-bad actors and familiar clichés was a film that lacked praise, but was not a bad time to watch it. In a word, it's a fairly interesting movie. Like a suitable family comedy movie that takes one or two to the cinema on Chinese New Year, it was a comforting movie for anyone to laugh at. When the ending credits go up with a quiet smile, you can get up and leave the cinema without being fooled, and you will be completely forgotten while dining with your family.

“Can we get out of here soon? ”

She opens her mouth. The floor nods slightly.

Even though it is such a film, the reason it cannot escape from the swamp of deep emotions is because the story is not someone else's story. The film is just a movie, and I've been thinking the whole time that it's unrelated to reality, but my head is separate, so my brain is silent, and my heart is crying freely.

I focused on the movie without even knowing that tears were flowing. My husband who went to scream overlapped me on the bus that was the last moment of his life, and I unknowingly gripped it, and then I felt so miserable about hiding myself and helping my family. While watching the movie, I felt suffocated because of her completely forgotten 40s and the appearance of her daughter, who may have been in middle school or high school.

The angel and the woman who was called the Grim Reaper showed that their wife and daughter are living safely in another world, but watching the movie made me worried again about the hurricane that would come upon them in the world without me. What if something happens, like a movie? Maybe she's blaming me.

I thought it was somewhat cleaned up. I felt confident that I could let go with a smile without sorrow. But it was arrogance. It is impossible to erase 20 years into less than two years. I have a feeling that this cloudy mist will cover my heart forever. Is it the fate of always remembering the two of them? It would be like running through the darkness, chasing a shadow of hope that could never be fulfilled. Do I have to live as a clown who has to sing a memorial song to another reality that is forever reflected in the mirror, and who has to draw a smile while crying?

When I was watching the movie thinking about it, her voice came to me. “I'm not going anywhere.” As soon as I heard that, I was struck by a strong blow to the head. Her eyes seemed to be peering into my abyss. It was a look that would understand everything and embrace everything. The cloudy mist that was piled up felt like it was warming down. It was so subtle that I thought it was a hallucination.

I felt naked. Not to be ashamed, but just to be focused on her, not holding anything like when she first came into the world. Just as a newborn wails for a voice, the floor has no choice but to look only at her to harden her broken soul. She was a young and young girl who had just faded away, still fluffy, but at that moment seemed so mature that she appeared in place to be with her daughter in another world.

She wipes her tears with her thin hands. It was the icy smell that came between her neck and shoulders, whether she fell asleep at dawn. Someone with the same scent. The floor could only laugh. Here, there's someone I love.

The longing and guilt for my family to live in my absence are like shadows. You can't take it off. The only evidence that a human being named Hangul exists is the shadow. At some point, I might think of my wife and daughter again in an unexpected place. But the floor was intuitive. You won't need tears then. Like an old man who remembers a monologue, he will be able to pass it on with a soft smile.

The light in the coffin was illuminated after the end credit ended. The floor slowly stood up as the cinema staff came in and started organizing. She takes a slow step toward the exit, holding hands without asking anything. When I came out of the hallway, the icy air was hurling. The floor felt like it had come back from a dream country.

I raised my hand and rubbed it up against my face. I became anxious later because I saw crying because I was born a man. I wiped out the remaining handful of tears and looked at her.

“... What's the matter? ”

Her eyes widen as if she were about to burst into tears. It was only then that I realized that the hand I was holding was a little stiff.

“You cried first. ”

She said that like a sick child. I was so lovely to see him sneaking his nose and lifting his eyes with the back of his hand. Ah, I can't get away from this guy. The word "happy redemption" comes to mind.

“I'm sorry.”

The floor gives her a pat on the shoulder. She seemed like a mature woman for a while, but in reality she was still a young girl. It must have been so confusing to get the persuasion of a 45-year-old man. I'm just sorry again.

I made a few jokes about my mission to make you laugh. Luckily, she soon smiled.

“Suddenly I'm tired. ”

As soon as she came out of the lobby, she said: The floor understood that feeling. The person sitting next to me cried for no reason, and patched it up without color. It's a lot harder to accept than to let your emotions out. The floor sat her on the couch and entered a cafe open on one side of the cinema to buy a warm drink. When I came back to the floor with the paper cup in my hand, she was dozing off, frowning her head back and forth. The floor sat next to her and lent her a shoulder. The round head falls over the shoulder.

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“I'll wake you up.”

“I couldn't wake up because I was sleeping so hard. ”

While standing at the bus stop and talking to her, the floor looks at the bus coming from a distance and says,

“There he is. ”

The bus that slowed down stopped at the stop. She gets on the bus. The floor looks at her through the window. Sitting in the back of an empty seat, she smiles and waves her hands.

“Get in.”

The bus departs, fearful of waving. After you sent her, you checked the time of the floor. At 6: 00 p.m., I felt like holding back more, but I put my hand on her words that I had to have dinner with my mother. It's because I suddenly remembered that my mother-in-law takes dinner very seriously.

‘Shall we take a walk? ’

The sun is getting colder and the air is getting colder. More people than the day.

The floor looked at the tavern, which was set in between the large taverns. It's a small bar that doesn't even let the busiest people stare, but I'm bored for some reason. It's the forty-five memories that came to life in the cinema. Tomorrow it will be blurry again, but now I can't stop thinking about the time I used to play at such a cute place.

A humble shelter where a sergeant flees from a cannonball. A place to congratulate yourself for surviving today against profanity and abuse. I often looked for my comrades, but the longer I lived in the company, the more I used to drink alone or only one person I was really close to.

‘I liked the host goalie. ’

The golden goose you create in front of you. The canned golfing bowl that I bought at the market is also a hot pepper paste that I bought at the market. And it was just a roughly boiled noodle. Why is it so delicious? Just before leaving the company, a storefront that appeared to pop up once every two days, turned around and got on the bus to Seoul.

After arriving in Seoul, 8 o'clock. The floor grabs a faint rope of memory and digs its way through the street. Fortunately, the shape of the building was intact and the shape of the street was not significantly different, so it was not difficult to find it. Through the skyscrapers on either side of the eighth lane, you entered the pathway through the shabby residential streets. Just a little further up the road to the Moon Town where planks intertwine. I found an old sign on the floor there.

“There is.”

I smiled without knowing.

I took out my sleeping coat during the winter and put my hands in my pocket, and I felt like I had cash in it. The door that is marked with a slip is the door of the tree. You will change it later as you remodel. There's a magic stamped menu on the inside of the cardboard, and a white plastic envelope with water on the inside. The host always said it was a dragon chasing Paris.

You grab the melted iron hook and pull the door to the left. It smells like complex food inside. Curved metal dining tables line the dining room. There were no guests.

As I went inside, I saw a familiar rear view. A guy sitting in a chair twisting his legs and staring at a little TV on the ceiling. He was probably running towards the end of the forty. The host was there because he was young in his memory.

"The host." Yeah, the host. ’

The shopkeeper with Jean's last name. Customers used to call him the boss, but regulars used to call him the host with affection.

“What is it? I don't sell to Kopiri. ”

I was a host who looked back with a stern answer. The floor thought it still looked like that.

“Can it be Wodong? ”

“Wodong?”

The host stood up, swept the floor up and down, and went into the pantry. The menu board is on the wall, but the price below is not shown. What the host says is the price. I can see the boiler room to the breach. He is also boiling the bronze by ripping out the instant bronze that is sold on the market. Wudong comes out of his chin. The host sat back down, twisted his legs, and watched TV.

“Kimchi and Danamuji.... ”

“Self in the refrigerator. Right?”

“…… Huh. When have you ever been here? ”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? I'll look at the starfish. ”

I was a host who watched TV as if I wasn't interested. The floor laughed and ate Kim Chi out. He was on a baseball broadcast on TV, and whenever he was saddened by the host's support team.

I smiled again at the sound of that familiar sigh.

I feel like I'm holding a piece of memory in my hand.

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While watching the TV, I woke up and suddenly there were people in suits all around me. The phone clock was running toward 10 o'clock. The host was bringing out food by himself, and people used to take food by the hand and eat it. There was a straight-up salty sound. Quiet pubs without a big smile. The store smelled amazing as the popular stir-fried meat fills up the table. Yeah, that was it.

A bottle of soju on a plate of stir-fried meat was enough to comfort myself. Zec Stir-Fried Beef Stir-Fried on briquettes stood up after inhaling a handful of aromas. It was time to go back. At that time, the host put a pile of rice and stir-fried meat in the air and put it roughly on the dining table.

"Eat and go inside. When you leave the house, it's hard work. I know this guy's done it once or twice, but don't run off like that. I don't need to go around selling gum. Even a parent is better than the rain of the world. If this place is such a dump, don't run away and call the police. Don't run away. If you start running away as a child, you'll never find your home again."

I became a runaway boy, not Bourne. I tried to explain that I wasn't, but soon I smiled and sat down. I shoved a big drink of rice in my mouth with a spoonful. Every time I do this, I feel why the Korean people say "rice." I emptied my food and got up. I took out a ten-dollar purse and put it on the table.

"Enjoy your meal."

The host didn't say hello. The floor leaves the shop smiling.

'Memories are not only bad.'

You turn around, engraving the facade of the humble building on the retina. If there are no big debts, this shop will stay and defend this place. The response from the cold host and the smell of briquettes will remain, although they will be remodeling and young staff will enter. Shop # 1. The floor thought I should bring my friends here on the day I became an adult. Only close friends who will live their lives together will know this secret place.

"Oh, we're going to be late."

It's almost time. The floor rushes down the steep slope.

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When I was a kid, there was a grandmother who gave me a silver spike for 30 won. He didn't say a word, but he was generous and always full. In front of it was a pack game rental, so I stopped by my grandmother's house and went to the game store to see things. It often reminds me.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I rent a room.

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