Spring in the midst of puberty is special.
If the surrounding grass and flowers ripen and the sun shines warm, my heart will warm.
Like that spring, he also came to me specially.
The subjects that I hate so much at the time are national history. Society etc.
It was a subject that had to memorize without thinking.
Even the teacher would hate the disliked subjects
Every time, during the Korean history, it became a routine to write only in a moody state.
When I spend some time in the country and the teacher's face gets used to me dimly
The teacher was hospitalized with a chronic illness,
Temporary teacher who came to fill the place for a moment came in.
Did I know this time?
My heart is not my emotions, my heart is not the heart of a gentle woman
I was facing more of a smiling man.
That spring, the man who made my heart so bright.
He came in the first hour and laughed brightly, and he was now a college graduate
Write down your name and e-mail address, and if you have any questions you would like to ask,
So I put his laughter in my heart
His email address was engraved in my palm.
Was it naive or stupid?
Before you think of moving your address down to the palm of your hand
I thought it was important to take it home.
While I was at school,
I wonder if the sweat will be erased and maybe the address will go to the collar.
I hurried home.
I am so excited with such trembling heart,
I sent it to the teacher, and I waited for the next lesson with anticipation.
But unexpectedly, I had a reply that night.
"** Thank you for your e-mail. I do not know how your first class will be, but I hope you'll listen carefully."
It was a short email, but it gave me a lot of happiness.
It was not a big thing for me, but for me, my first e-mail like a treasure was in my inbox.
I moved it right into the library. I moved it right to my heart.
After the next class, he asked me if he had called me
I lied that I had not read it yet.
Was it because it was shy or was it embarrassed?
I can not remember well now.
The only thing that the teacher told me and called me my name
I can only remember being so shaken and happy.
I am so confused with the teacher
I even gave a story by e-mail when I was in class.
Little by little, the teacher and I were getting close.
If you have not been able to e-mail for a long time because you are busy
I came to see the test and whispered to my ear
When his favorite singer appeared in the article, he told me the song of his favorite singer.
Did the teacher know a little
The national history that was always backed
It's been very noticeable since I came here.
That the student's eyes are pointing to their own eyes and hand gestures
A child always running around
I sit there in front of myself, brightening my eyes and reding my cheeks
I was so happy and thrilled that I was read in a moment with about 30 messages.
The last school year was Christmas Eve.
The teacher gave me his photograph and this time a different hand letter than usual.
I gave a hand letter that I prepared for my teacher.
I hurried to go home and cherish the letter.
In a letter with a small self photo
How happy and enjoyable was the one year at this school
How valuable and prosperous was this first school
And how much time and tales I had with the emails,
The warm heart of the teacher was all written together.
And at the end, he said that he would go to the army next year
I will not be able to contact you in the future, but I want you to grow up like this now.
I read the letter and my eyes turned red.
It seemed that the dream year was suddenly ending like a dream with a letter.
My first love is that I have too much difficulty to do something.
I hated myself for loving my teacher and my heart hurt so badly.
After that, after the mail of the two women
I can not reach the teacher.
It really is the end of it.
I read the last letter you received from your teacher for a long time today.
Listening to it's you more than you really liked
Now it's time to recall old memories like the e-mail address of your deleted palm
I try to recall it again.
If the surrounding grass and flowers ripen and the sun shines warm, my heart will warm.
Like that spring, he also came to me specially.
The subjects that I hate so much at the time are national history. Society etc.
It was a subject that had to memorize without thinking.
Even the teacher would hate the disliked subjects
Every time, during the Korean history, it became a routine to write only in a moody state.
When I spend some time in the country and the teacher's face gets used to me dimly
The teacher was hospitalized with a chronic illness,
Temporary teacher who came to fill the place for a moment came in.
Did I know this time?
My heart is not my emotions, my heart is not the heart of a gentle woman
I was facing more of a smiling man.
That spring, the man who made my heart so bright.
He came in the first hour and laughed brightly, and he was now a college graduate
Write down your name and e-mail address, and if you have any questions you would like to ask,
So I put his laughter in my heart
His email address was engraved in my palm.
Was it naive or stupid?
Before you think of moving your address down to the palm of your hand
I thought it was important to take it home.
While I was at school,
I wonder if the sweat will be erased and maybe the address will go to the collar.
I hurried home.
I am so excited with such trembling heart,
I sent it to the teacher, and I waited for the next lesson with anticipation.
But unexpectedly, I had a reply that night.
"** Thank you for your e-mail. I do not know how your first class will be, but I hope you'll listen carefully."
It was a short email, but it gave me a lot of happiness.
It was not a big thing for me, but for me, my first e-mail like a treasure was in my inbox.
I moved it right into the library. I moved it right to my heart.
I lied that I had not read it yet.
Was it because it was shy or was it embarrassed?
I can not remember well now.
The only thing that the teacher told me and called me my name
I can only remember being so shaken and happy.
I am so confused with the teacher
I even gave a story by e-mail when I was in class.
Little by little, the teacher and I were getting close.
If you have not been able to e-mail for a long time because you are busy
I came to see the test and whispered to my ear
When his favorite singer appeared in the article, he told me the song of his favorite singer.
Did the teacher know a little
The national history that was always backed
It's been very noticeable since I came here.
That the student's eyes are pointing to their own eyes and hand gestures
A child always running around
I sit there in front of myself, brightening my eyes and reding my cheeks
The last school year was Christmas Eve.
The teacher gave me his photograph and this time a different hand letter than usual.
I gave a hand letter that I prepared for my teacher.
I hurried to go home and cherish the letter.
In a letter with a small self photo
How happy and enjoyable was the one year at this school
How valuable and prosperous was this first school
And how much time and tales I had with the emails,
The warm heart of the teacher was all written together.
And at the end, he said that he would go to the army next year
I will not be able to contact you in the future, but I want you to grow up like this now.
I read the letter and my eyes turned red.
It seemed that the dream year was suddenly ending like a dream with a letter.
My first love is that I have too much difficulty to do something.
I hated myself for loving my teacher and my heart hurt so badly.
After that, after the mail of the two women
I can not reach the teacher.
It really is the end of it.
I read the last letter you received from your teacher for a long time today.
Listening to it's you more than you really liked
Now it's time to recall old memories like the e-mail address of your deleted palm
I try to recall it again.
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