That Brave Girl

That girl is not afraid from anyone, she is very dare.

She hoists her chunari of dreams on the flags of the peaks of her hairs.

She spins the pedals of a cycle of young age and,

roam around whole earth on its wheels.

She puts her eyes on the sky,

However, she doesn't see any falling apple.

She sees the flying wind,

and fills it in her breath, becomes a balloon.

She doesn't become a bomb.

Because there is mothering in her.

And that is her bravery.

Absolute, eternal power.