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. |