Nong the Bear
Sweating the summer
Chilling the winter
Bold as white snow
Cold he is...
Spring time blossoms
Taken for granted
Beautiful escapism
Nong's eyes closed
Bearing Soju as his
left hand gang
Where's Shim?
Shim, Write-hand man
Shim, Right Pal Bear
If only Nong
would open eyes
BEAR witness to
emptiness...
in the bottle
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