The years have gone by, and youth is slowly falling like flowers in late spring, slowly and continuously falling in the breeze of May. Too many memories have been left behind in time. But in such a late night, because of a glass of water, I suddenly thought of him and everything about him. Just because I drank a glass of water, just because I drank a glass of water from the Han River. I was nineteen that year, a happy college girl. The afternoon I met him, I was in the library. I was reading a book as if I were there, but I was thinking about the tennis appointment I had with someone at four o'clock. I didn't bring a watch, so I guessed it was about time, so I went to ask a boy in the front row for the time.
