Tormento (고뇌)Quando ricorderò le tue carezzeove mai sarai tu?Di quei giorni di sogni e di dolcezzeche mai resterà più?Quando ti chiamerò nel mio tormentochi mai risponderà?Amore è come un’alito di vento:passa, carezza, va!E se t’incontrerò su la mia viache mai dir ti potrò?Una stella filò come una sciae il mare la smorzò.Ma s’io ti chiamerò come in quell’orenon fuggirmi così.Non volgere la faccia al mio dolorese il tuo sogno mori!너의 손길을 기억할 때너 어디 있을까?그 꿈같고 달콤했던 날들은다시 남아 있을까?고뇌 속에서 너를 부를 때에누가 대답할까?사랑은 마치 바람의 숨결 같아애무하며 가네내 인생길에서 너를 만나면뭐라 할 수 있을까?한낮 별이 바다에 떨어져서자취 사라졌네그러나 그때처럼 널 부르면도망가지 마오나의 고통에 얼굴 돌리지 마오너의 꿈 사라져도

The Kindness of Lily In a town filled with golden hues, lived a young woman named Lily. Known for her gentle smile and warm presence, Lily had a unique gift for making others feel seen and valued. She worked at a quaint little bakery on Maple Street, where the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, drawing in people from all walks of life. One crisp morning, as the first light of dawn kissed the dew-covered leaves, Lily prepared to open the bakery. She noticed a young boy, Max, standing outside, his eyes intently watching through the window. Max, with his tousled hair and curious gaze, was often seen exploring the neighborhood on his little adventures. "Good morning, Max!" Lily greeted, her voice as warm as the freshly brewed coffee inside. "Would you like to help me open the shop today?" Max's face lit up with a grin, and he eagerly nodded. Together, they flipped the sign to "Open" and arranged the display of pastries that glistened under the morning sun. As customers began to trickle in, Lily noticed Mrs. Thompson, an elderly lady who lived down the street, struggling with her heavy groceries. Without a second thought, Lily excused herself and went to assist her. "Oh, dear Lily, you're always so kind," Mrs. Thompson said, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's just a little help, Mrs. Thompson. Are you baking something special today?" Lily asked, genuinely interested. "Yes, my grandson is visiting, and I want to make his favorite apple pie," Mrs. Thompson replied, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. The day passed with gentle interactions like these—small moments where a kind word or a helping hand made all the difference. Max, inspired by Lily's kindness, decided to draw a picture for her as a token of his appreciation. It was a simple drawing of the bakery, complete with the scent lines above the bread and a smiling sun in the corner. When he shyly presented his artwork to Lily, her heart swelled with joy. "This is the loveliest gift, Max. Thank you!" she said, her eyes brimming with warmth. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over Sunnyville, Lily sat outside the bakery, watching the world go by. She marveled at how these simple acts—lifting a bag, sharing a smile, or receiving a drawing—wove a tapestry of connection and happiness in the community. In that moment, surrounded by the gentle hum of life in Sunnyville, Lily realized the profound impact of small kindnesses. They were like notes in a melody, each one contributing to a beautiful symphony of goodwill and joy. As she closed the bakery for the night, Lily felt a comforting sense of hope. The world, she mused, was a better place with each kind word spoken and each compassionate act performed. And as she walked home under the starlit sky, she knew that tomorrow was another day to spread kindness, one simple act at a time.