Nareul Haetbyeote Mudeojwo

She comes calmly and confidently in the face of despair like death

The wind that day was very cold. My cheeks, the tip of my nose, and my toes were cold. In the village at dawn, not even the sound of a car passing by could be heard. The sound of dogs barking and tree branches tangled like threads filled Chaorum. Chao-Rum cried, gritting her teeth without making a sound. Chao-Rum cried like that in the phone booth for dozens of minutes before calling her divorced mother.

(Source: Naver, translated)