At Candlelight Square (Poet : Maeng Munjae)
Without fearing a dichotomy,
I chose the candlelight.
I established my strategy—
It is my will to go wherever this candlelight takes me.
The shoulders of candlelight, like revolution—
Can even the fierce winds of winter suppress them?
Telling me that only going together is the history of the square,
The candlelight holds my hands.
There will be no defeat for us.
Armed like a hardy orange tree,
I stare at the snowy frontline.
I will go forward with the face of a rock.
I will break through the wall of that strong fortress.
