Time flows forward like a river.

And we, as travelers on its banks, 

Cast our choices into the river

Waves spread, shaping the future.

Each decision, large or small,

Becomes a stroke on the canvas of time,

Choice whispers like a prayer in the wind,

Guides us through the mist, making paths.

The freedom of choice is both a gift and a burden

Every road we've walked reflects our past.

Within these choices we have the power to create,

Also destiny is born from intention and action.

81st Reporter • AN KEUM HYUN • angeumhyun1@gmail.com