In a country that has gone from prosperity to corruption, the story of a girl with a genius for poetry who was displaced by artillery fire and war and finally died in confusion is described by her childhood sweetheart who has always been with her. But you can understand that I am that childhood sweetheart. She is dead now. I am sorting out my diary about her.
The girl's thoughts are delicate, her emotions when writing poems are deep in her bones, her images are beautiful, but her actions don't seem to be what she says. (Actually, she is a very confused person. She is a bit like a god descending to earth to experience life. She has been growing up.) Therefore, she is a contradictory poetry genius with delicate but indifferent emotions (her behavior does not represent my views!)
I came up with this story when our teacher analyzed a patriotic poem for us.
Intention: confused