It was a slack afternoon.

Most of the students were making drowsy faces while in class.

Yes, it was really hot and fagging.

Slamming down my table, I shouted in a loud voice to change the mood.

"Is there anyone to sing?"

...

After a while, one of my students stood up and tuned up his voice.

(In fact, he was the black sheep of my class.

How dare the trouble-maker sing, I was somewhat puzzled)

'NaEui MoDeun SaRang-i DdeoNaGaNeun Nal-i...'

It was slow and his vocal code was somewhat husky.

His voice was getting soaked and changed into a wet tone.

And at high pitch, his moody vocal changed into a sobbing sound.

'Jeo Yeorin Gaji Sairo

Honjain Nal   NeuGgilDdae,

I_reoh_ke Apeun

Geudae GiEok-i NalGga'

Shedding tears in his eyes, he continued singing the song to the last.

'BiTeul GeoRil NaeGa AnGil GotEun EoDiE..''

Oh, what a moving song it was!

When he finished the song, every student enthusiastically clapped at his song.

And I did with tears in my eyes, too.