The stream of the valley
that was flowing majestically
as much as the whole ravine would be filled,
all died down due to long long period of drought
and it is flowing with just a one line of stream
that is like a water from a mineral spring fountain.
With weeds and big dried branches that I broke off,
I make a handcraft watermill
and spinned it round and round.
When I am just standing and looking at
a watermill that is spinning,
the old time that I used go out
to a brook in front of my house
in my hometown in remote countryside
in the rainy season
and make a watermill with barely straws that I broke off
and spin it to play with water,
comes vivid into my mind.
Ah,
A watermill that is spinning,
It spins round and round as I see.
I would not even know how the time goes.
Not only me,
but also people who are watching around the watermill,
I do not know what they are thinking
but they are looking at it losing their minds.
Ah, the life is like
the watermill that is spinning round and round.
Yesterday I went round at my house in Pyeongchang-dong
and today I go round and round this valley at Mountain Samgak,
this like, a life of watermill.
Where would I go round and round tomorrow again?
I would go round
where the Lord tells me to go.
