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Thanks.

Can I have a room?

Yes, but it won't be that comfortable.

It doesn't matter, as long as I can sleep.

Do you want a meal?

Just a drink.

I heard this hill is called Pansori Hill,

and this inn is called Pansori Inn.

Is it because of your Pansori?

Then someone sang Pansori before you did?

Yes.

They were named after him.

Then did you learn Pansori from him?

No, but I learned it

from his daughter.

Why don't you sing some of it?

I'll play the drum.

I shall go.

I shall go.

I shall go after my love.

Even where the winds and clouds rest.

Along with the wild geese in flocks.

Over the Dongseolryung Hill,

I shall follow my love.

Although the galaxy is blocked...

The Altair and the Vega meet once a year.

Why has my love not come yet?

I shall die now and become a swallow.

Make a nest under the roof.

Meet my love at night.

And reminisce my love.

Who caused this eternal separation?

What shall I do without my love?

I cry in secret.

That's nice.

Who's that?

A Pansori singer invited by Yoon.

Since Yoon's fortunes were on the wane,

he just invited a vagabond Pansori singer.

I'm going to Gangjin tomorrow.

I heard Chosun will perform during the ceremony at the rice mill./Yes.

You're going to stay here longer, huh?

Yes, I'm going to.

I have no other place to go.

After a secret royal inspector appeared, they gathered.

With a wooden club, the royal seal which is like the moon.

From all directions, they're gathering.

-The secret royal inspector has come! -He has come!

-He has come! -He has come!

The secret royal inspector has come!

The sky has fallen, and the earth has collapsed.

Hundreds of sightseers are scattered like waves.

What a frightening sight! What a surprise!

Everyone trembles with fear.

The local governors are running away, and the servants are scattering.

Food is stepped on, and dishes are broken.

Janggus are broken, drums are kicked. Noegos are played.

Jegeums and flutes are stepped on, and kisaengs lose their hairpins.

trumpeters lose their instruments.

Artillery makes a 'bang' sound with its mouth.

Their foreheads and noses are broken. They are bleeding and knocked down.

"Ouch, ouch," some are crying.

Some are running away.

Our town is in trouble.

More messengers...

There's a rumor about us in the village.

What's wrong with a widower and widow's love?

I'm scared that I'll encounter a mishap.

Mishap?

My family doesn't like it.

How come?

They say it dishonors the family.

Because I'm a man of lowly status?

Do you think so, too?

If I did, would I be like this?

Let's leave this place.

Though I'm a poor Pansori singer,

I won't let you starve.

Will Song-hwa like me?

I mean your daughter.

It doesn't matter. She's not my real daughter.

She's an orphan. I'm with her to make her a Pansori singer.

Push, push...

Push harder.

Harder.

Isn't his name Yu-bong?

That's right.

He sang Pansori here

and passed away.

I learned Pansori from Song-hwa, his daughter.

What happened to Song-hwa?

After mourning for three years, she went somewhere.

Do you know where?

No, but I wonder what a blind woman can do by herself.

You mean...

You mean, she's blind?

Yes.

How did she lose her sight?

Well...

Rumor says he made her blind to make her a good singer,

or to prevent her from running away.

Someone said he couldn't have

made her blind

to keep her by his side.

He made her blind to put anguish in her heart

so that she'd be a good Pansori singer.

But...

that's not trustworthy either.

Ari-arirang, Suri-surirang.

Arariga natne.

Try it, Dong-ho.

It's not that.

It's not like that.

Go away!

Song-hwa, try it.

Your feet here, and place your hand on it.

Sit up straight, hold the stick properly.

-Now, we're going to try Jungmori again. -OK.

Louder.

I miss my love,

I miss my love...

Is there something on the floor? why are you looking at the floor?

Again.

I miss my love...

I miss my love, I miss my love... I miss my love in Hanyang.

After separating with him,

I've never received a letter from him.

Is it because

he's busy studying?

"Lee" stands for plum.

It's a "son" under a "tree" in characters.

Even if the son is over 60, he'll be below his parents.

Excellent!

He's really good. What a calligrapher.

I need to ask him for one, too.

"Min" stands for the people.

For the people's courteous treatment, I added a phoenix.

Sure. Absolutely.

Be quiet.

Stop making noise.

"Ju" stands for pillar.

We all need a good pillar.

So I drew a pine tree pillar and a crane.

Lee Min-ju.

Nice name.

Can I have one, too?

I've met my buddy.

and I'm going to have a drink with him.

How do you do?

Song-hwa's become a woman.

When are you going to be my daughter?

Don't you dare want my daughter.

Aren't you going to greet your big father?

-Give us a drink and some tofu please. -OK.

What brings you here, anyway?

I heard a good Pansori singer will perform.

So I brought them to hear him.

-I was there yesterday. -Oh.

But he was sick, so another man performed instead.

Really?

Anyway, why don't you let me take them?

What do you mean?

Japanese songs were popular. But after the liberation, western songs got popular.

Learning old songs is meaningless.

If they learn how to draw from me, they won't starve.

Shut up, man.

Japanese and western songs can't beat Pansori.

You'll see. Pansori will conquer all.

The moon, the bright moon. No matter how busy you are,

please hang high in the sky. So tomorrow won't come,

and 100 years will be like tonight.

Please don't let us get old. Love, my love.

She refused my order

to serve me.

One.

Since you hit me once,

I'll answer with "one."

I've decided on one mindset.

It won't change in one second.

It's hopeless to think I'll change.

Yu-bong!

Are you running away?

-Welcome. -Do you have a room?

Here comes the hero.

Take him to a room.

Why do you have a big nose?

I wonder if your thing is big as well.

If it gets mad, you'll die.

We'll have to see who's going to die.

She's totally crazy about him.

Girls are crazy about the hero.

Who's crazy? I prefer this oyster.

I wonder if he's deaf?

Yu-bong,

You're going to cut all ties with Seoul?

The master said this before he passed away.

He told us to cancel your expulsion when

5 years have passed since Chu-wol died.

He's too much.

He blocked his student's future.

Hey, let's stop talking about that.

Who is Chu-wol?

She was our master's concubine.

Something happened between him and her?

Did she die, too?

She killed herself more than 5 years ago.

Ohmo

She took advantage of you. Not the other way around...

I said, stop talking about that.

Your talent is a terrible thing to waste.

You couldn't finish learning and have been wandering.

I can take care of myself without a teacher. So shut up.

Come on, you still have a temper. I was thinking of you.

Who asked you to worry about me? Mind your own business.

You think your Pansori skill deserves a stage?

What?

You think you're the best?

-What's going on? -You, jerk!

Guys, easy. Yu-bong's drunk.

As a dog...

Friends? Yeah, right.

I know you're enjoying teasing me.

Drunk as a dog? Right, you can say that again.

Though I've been wandering like a dog,

I'm not scared of you guys at all.

You'll see.

-That's not scary at all. -What?

What's wrong with you guys?

Guys, it's late. Go back to the inn.

I'll continue drinking with Yu-bong.

We were drinking pleasantly. What's this?

Let's go.

Have a seat.

You and your pride.

Without it, I would have gone crazy.

Here, cheers.

I think he'd better stop drinking.

Are you thinking of me, too?

I'll take care of myself. Shut up.

After he opened his mouth, he's become hot.

-Shut up and give me a drink! -OK.

Yu-bong, let's go back to the city.

If I go, you guys

will be dead.

Let's see if that's true.

You arrogant man.

You think too much of yourself.

You shouldn't talk thoughtlessly.

You were the best pupil then, but it's me now.

Is that so? Sorry I didn't recognize you.

-Hey, give this virtuoso a drink. -OK

-Come on. -Come on.

Hey

Stop being cocky and perform Pansori well.

What?

Are you...

You want to leave?

Go ahead.

Hey, Do-sang.

Let's go to my inn and drink some more.

Good-bye.

Love, love, love, my love.

You missed one beat.

Come here and play with me. Love, love, love, my love.

It's love, my love

Again. Add some Chuimsae, too.

Love, love, love, my love. It's love, my love.

It's my love. My love.

What are you going to eat? Sour wild apricots.

You'll have small Lee Doryung...

Sis.

What's small Lee Doryung?

It means having Lee Doryung's baby.

What are you going to eat?

Sour wild apricots. You'll have small Lee Doryung...

No, I don't want that either. Then, what are you going to eat?

Are you going to eat sweet melons?

I don't want that either. My love.

You want grapes or cherries? You want some candy?

My love.

Go that way. Let me see your back. Come here. Let me see your front.

Walk on. Let me see you walk.

Smile. Let me see your tonsils. My love.

Great.

You sing so well.

Your voice is wonderful and you're pretty.

Should I take your virginity?

Will I sell my field?

Will I sell a part of the mountain?

-Hey, fill up my glass. -Right. Pour him a drink.

She's too young

to know how to do that.

Shut up. Just do as I say.

Baby, go ahead.

Do it.

-You're light-headed. -It's OK.

For punishment, you take a glass.

I can't drink.

If you don't drink it, you can't go home tonight.

It's from your elder. Take it.

Hey, at least pretend to drink.

Come on!

Good, good.

Hey!

That's too much for a little one.

What?

If you had taught her properly, this wouldn't have happened.

I teach Pansori, not how to pour drinks.

How can a lowly man talk back to me?

Times have changed!

How could you talk back to me?

Yu-bong, ask them to forgive you.

I didn't do anything wrong!

Although times have changed,

a lowly man is still a lowly man!

Don't ever think of working here again!

You, boor! Hey, why did you get a man like him?

What low-level dirt!

Bad girl!

You actually poured them drinks?

How could she not?

How dare you talk back to me?

You have no discretion!

What kind of father is he?

What do you mean?

How could a father hit you like that?

Because I did something wrong. He must've been really angry.

What did you do wrong?

How long are you going to live like this?

With Pansori, your future is dark. Till when are you going to follow him?

I still like Pansori.

When I sing it, I'm happy.

He spends all you make on drinks.

He must be hurting deeply inside. I feel sorry for Father, too.

Father? He's nothing.

Dong-ho, you shouldn't say that.

He suffered while raising us.

Dear, are you really going to leave?

What about me?

When are you coming back? Tell me when.

Will you be back...

when the high peaks flatten?

Will you return in March,

when flowers bloom?

Will you be back

when a small stone becomes an ore?

Is he playing a drum or what?

Unjongryong Pungjongho.

Clouds go where dragons go.

Winds go where tigers go.

Where you have gone,

I will follow.

He's also taken aback...

Move aside. Move aside.

Are you playing the drum?

Because I said so,

you may think this is a panacea.

But it's absolutely not.

It works well on only one disease.

So what is that disease?

Come on in.

Eat these.

Listen...

A drum has to

harmonize with the voice.

If you bang it, that's not playing a drum,

but beating leather.

For a car to run,

the road has to be smooth.

Likewise,

the drum and Chuimsae have to make a smooth way for Pansori.

Like we have four seasons,

there are

four ways to play a drum.

How many times have I told you?

If you play Jungmori...

Here's number one

two

three

four

Got it?

I'm sleeping. Be quiet

And...

when you say the Chuimsae...

When the sound starts fading,

you have to encourage it by saying "Ulsigu."

And when the sound becomes sad,

you have to dampen the drum beat, and add a sad Chuimsae.

When the sound becomes strong, you have to play the drum strongly,

and say the Chuimsae strongly, too!

If there are 1,000 beats in Chunhyangga,

you have to practice a million times

to make the drum sound

soak into your body.

Got it?

We want to get some sleep! I'm sick of your drunken frenzies!

Me too.

I'm also sick and tired of following you around to sell Pansori.

You and your damn Pansori skills.

-What? -lf you're tired of it, quit!

OK, I'm going to quit! I'm not going to have your dirty meals!

That's good. We wanted violin players anyway.

Pack your things!

Pay back what you owe me!

How long can we live?

Let's live smoothly.

What kind of a hill is Mungyungseje?

I cry along the way.

A vagabond life following Pansori.

Let's relieve our anguish.

There are many small stars in the sky.

There are many worries in our hearts.

Ariarirang. Surisurirang. Arariga natne.

Arirang. Arariga nate.

My dear love is gone.

Gone forever, following the wild geese.

Let's ask that wild goose.

Where are we supposed to go?

Golden baby or jade baby. Oh, my baby.

Learn Pansori diligently and be a virtuoso.

I'll add excitement to brother's drum beat,

and follow the long road to Pansori.

Let's play.

Let's play until the moon rises and falls.

Cold or hot? Come into my arms.

Lay your head on my arm.

The sun sets at the western hill. It didn't want to set.

My dear who left me. My love didn't want to leave me.

The lighthouse on the boundless expanse of water.

Ugiyucha Uyadiura, row an oar.

My husband. I didn't know you were back.

It was my mistake. Come here. Come here as I said.

-My wife. Do you know the basis for money? -Good.

-Money with wealth, rank, and fame. -Great.

Money which looks like wheels.

Money coming from here and there. Money gained from this and that.

Where have you been? Ulsiguna, look at the money.

Let me see the money.

What money is this? Did you borrow money

from somebody?

It's true that Pansori singers' mouths are worse than prostitutes' vaginas.

Pack up.

Dong-ho, take the drum. Dong-ho, take the drum.

Dong-ho, take the drum. Good. Ulsigu. Good.

Be quiet!

If I could do this and live 30 years, or not do this and live 100 years,

I'd rather do this and live 30 years.

Who can reject such a good thing?

I heard your daughter sings well.

Yes. She's a bit talented.

I don't have more to teach her.

So I came here to steal his skills.

-Drink it before it gets cold. -Thanks.

I heard you're back in your hometown.

I'm sorry I came to visit now.

Well, receive this...

You don't have to give me this.

Though it's not much, use it for your medicine.

Thanks. It's damn expensive.

People say after a bar life of 30 years, what remains is 3 sheets of underwear.

After working 30 years as a Pansori singer, all I have is this.

Your situation is similar to mine.

So, what do you want to learn?

I didn't learn

the Okjungga.

-Man, I'm not that good at that either. -Just sing as you learned from the master.

If you listen to his Okjungga,

you'll get goose bumps. I'm not that good.

Half asleep, Chunhyang...

Half asleep, Chunhyang...

Hears ghost sounds

everywhere.

He said you should tense up the "everywhere"

part to make the next part sound vivid.

Hears ghost sounds everywhere.

Hears ghost sounds everywhere.

Night birds cry boowook, boowook.

Goblins say hui, hui.

Night birds cry boowook, boowook.

Goblins say hui, hui.

The child ghost.

The ghost of a bachelor.

The ghost of woman.

Two or three get together...

In this part, don't sing it like that,

but use a falsetto voice.

Now

Try again. Pull in your chin

Good. Well done.

When virtuoso Song Heung-rok

sang this ghost crying song at night, wind suddenly blew out the candles.

Another ghost cries as well.

Disheveled hair,

blood painted all over her body

with a big knife in one hand,

coming out in front of Chunhyang

She says, "Don't be surprised.

I'm Cheongdo ghost

who lives in Namwon."

When you come to a high note,

you should shout.

If you make it weak, it sounds like a murmur.

Why do you twist your body?

She has no strength.

That's why.

-What? -If she only eats potatoes,

What do you know? Shut up!

From "I'm a Cheongdo," again!

Sis. It's hard to make a living with Pansori.

Don't get sick

by overexerting yourself and quit.

We can't make a living by it.

You think you do it only for a living?

When you can make a real sound,

it's better than gold and honor. Got it?

Since you're all grown up,

you say whatever you want?

Did I say something wrong?

How can you rebel against me?

-Damn it, why do you hit me? -You ungrateful boy! You nasty kid!

I'm going to quit this clown job, damn it!

Dong-ho

Dong-ho

What's the matter with you? You leave, too.

That's the only way to survive. Be strong and leave.

Dong-ho

Hi

Welcome.

-Did you prepare all the drug supplies? -Not really. We don't have enough Bokryung

-Can I use the phone? -Sure.

How much more do you need?

About 4 kg.

Seoul 22, 0236, please.

-How did the Pansori Hill things go? -OK

Yes, it's me.

Everything is ready. But Bokryung is 4kg short.

OK, I see.

Excuse me. Is there a bus to Osu?

Excuse me.

I heard Song-hwa, a blind Pansori singer, lived here.

She did till about three years ago.

Do you know where she is now?

No.

Is there anyone here who might know?

No, I've been here the longest.

Excuse me.

How's she related to you?

She said she had a brother. She used to sit there waiting for him.

Yes, she stayed here for several months.

Where could she be now?

Well, she's a vagabond, you know...

Was she with a man?

Who wants a blind woman?

She sang well and she was pretty.

So many flirted with her and left.

Excuse me. Do you know

where the bar, Cheonirok, is? I heard it's ten years old.

Over there. But it's been closed for a long time.

It's me.

Your kid's got pneumonia. Your wife's going crazy.

I think your kid is in the hospital. I paid her in advance 'cause she needed money.

Thank you. When the drug supplies are ready, I'll go.

OK, finish the work and return quickly.

If you found no clue about your missing sister,

why not forget her?

I have to go. Bye.

Sir!

Who is this?

I'm Dong-ho who played the drum.

You're Yu-bong's son, huh?

Well

I was sick and tired of poverty,

and I hated my father, so I left.

But later on, I missed them so much.

I bet you did.

So I've been looking for them for years. I heard my father passed away.

But I can't find my sister.

After you left,

Song-hwa stopped singing,

so your father had a hard time.

Song-hwa

He's not coming back. Let's go in.

When I open this calabash,

I hope there's nothing buy

one bowl...

Since my voice is hoarse,

my daughter will sing instead.

Song-hwa, come over here.

Come on.

Sing a part of the Okjungga.

What are you doing?

What's she doing?

Is she deaf?

Song-hwa!

Who invited a Pansori singer like him?

Hey, owner!

Hey, Yu-bong!

I heard you disgraced yourself.

Man, it was the most embarrassing moment.

Didn't I tell you I'd teach them how to draw?

Don't make me even madder.

I'm going to make her sing again.

You're so stubborn.

I have nothing but stubbornness.

-Can I have a glass? -Yes

Anyway, you got pretty old.

What about you?

You smell like an old man.

Man, I'm still energetic.

You're still so cocky.

No, I'm not being cocky. I know a quack herbalist.

He gave me some herbal medicine

including a sea bear's penis. It over energizes me.

You want some, too?

It's useless to me.

I wonder if it's true that too much Buja

in herbal medicine can make you blind.

Is that true?

Well, I've heard that, too. Why? You want to be a blind fortuneteller?

Do I still have to take medicine?

It'll improve your health. Take it.

What's the matter?

I can't see well.

You can't see well?

It's been a few days.

Maybe your body is weak.

Take my arm. Here.

The temple is near here, huh?

Baekryun Temple is over there.

Has the sun risen?

There's morning mist everywhere.

Has the sun set?

Not yet.

Is the sun setting?

Yes. The sky is red.

I think the wind is blowing.

Right, a cold wind.

The moon will rise soon, huh?

I guess so.

The stars, too.

Will I

be unable to see

them forever?

Have I

become blind?

I'm cold.

I'll put out the blankets for you.

-Father. -Yes?

I want to learn Pansori.

I want to learn Shimchungga.

Look at Shimchung.

When she goes out to beg for rice...

She tied bands of old hemp on herself. She has on a hat,

and old skirt, and a raggedy jacket.

She wears worn out socks, and holds a gourd at her side.

She's walking sideways.

This is the part when Shimchung goes out to beg for rice for her father.

Don't sing it without emotion.

You should sing it sadly as if you were Shimchung. Again!

Flowers blooming on every mountain.

Spring has definitely come.

Although spring has come,

I feel lonely.

I was young yesterday, but today I have gray hair.

My youth has abandoned and left me.

It's useless to greet spring which comes and goes.

Spring, if you want to leave, go ahead.

When summer comes after you've left, there will be green shades and beautiful plants.

it is know to be true from ages ago.

Even when summer goes and fall comes,

There is no change.

though dying maples are everywhere,

Yellow chrysanthemums stand strong.

When fall goes and winter comes, snow will be floating everywhere,

and the world will be white.

Everything has turned white.

Though spring comes every year,

my youth will never come back.

My buddies of the world.

Even if we can live for 100 years,

after subtracting sleeping time and sick days,

we can't even live for 40 years.

How many are aware of that?

I heard this house's owner died during the war.

But bedclothes and kitchen appliances still remain.

It's the best place to learn Pansori.

What are we going to eat?

There are about 20 houses down there.

We won't starve to death.

They're dried radish leaf porridge.

For the Sopyon sound,

anguish has to sink deep

into your mind.

Your voice is pretty but it has no anguish.

This anguish is formed

by piling up

during a lifetime.

Life is piling up anguish,

and piling up anguish becomes life.

Your parents died early

and you're blind.

Your anguish must be deeper than others.

But why can't you make a sound like that?

Since I've worked hard in the fields,

it's a good harvest year everywhere.

So what about sacrificing my own body?

A shrimp on dry land,

a shrimp on dry land...

Crying doesn't help you sound better.

Through the repeated process, you'll acquire a good voice.

From tomorrow, don't make high sounds.

Make low sounds to relax your throat.

How many times

do I have to tell you?

You can't get a real voice by just shouting.

Your body is weak. Overwork yourself and you'll hurt your throat.

Here, it's some chicken.

I earned it from the performance. Come.

Eat it and recover to make better sounds.

What a jerk...

Are you saying this is goose down?

Do you have any idea what that chicken was?

You ate a breeder!

If I see you again around this town,

I'll break your legs.

He has a strong voice. You heard him, huh?

For the part when Shim gets mad at the people,

you have to make a sound like he did, OK?

Since I've worked hard in the fields,

it's a good harvest year everywhere.

If I was able to do that, what about sacrificing my own body?

Like a shrimp jumping on dry land. Like a stone turning by waterfalls.

I beat my chest, and stamp my feet.

Now

you can put your

anguish in your sound.

Song-hwa

Yes.

I am the one

that caused

your blindness.

You knew, right?

Then have you

forgiven me?

If you thought of me as your enemy,

I would've found anguish in your sound.

But I never found

any of that.

From now on,

don't be buried by your anguish,

but make a sound that surpasses it.

Dongpyonje is heavy with a clear ending.

Sopyonje is sad, sentimental and painful.

But if you get over your anguish,

there'll be no Dongpyonje or Sopyonje.

You can only "acquire a sound" by that.

About 5 to 6 years ago,

I visited Pansori Hill,

where I heard they lived.

But only a woman named Sewolne was there.

Yu-bong died already and

Song-hwa left two years before I got there.

Several years later,

I passed by

a small bar located in Bosung

and heard a familiar voice.

I ate already. Give me some pork and a drink.

Isn't the woman singing

now blind?

I'm Song-hwa.

Isn't your father, Yu-bong?

How do you know my father?

Did you,

by any chance, used to draw?

You recognize me. It's been over ten years, right?

Your sound has improved very much.

It's far form what my father wanted.

What sound did he want?

He told me not to be buried by anguish,

but to make a sound that surpasses it.

He was too greedy about you.

He probably carried his greed to the other world.

You haven't changed.

I'm old, too.

Do many people buy your drawings?

No one wants my drawings.

I hardly survive.

Can you draw one for me?

What for?

I can see it through my heart.

"Song" stands for pine tree.

I drew two cranes over the pine tree.

A crane is spiritual and it lives for 1,000 years.

I hope you live a long life.

I hope your future is bright like the sun.

I added a sun, too.

"Hwa" stands for flower.

A butterfly chases a flower.

Everything has a partner.

I drew a butterfly hoping you'd meet

a good man and live happily with him.

When are you paying me back?

I also borrowed it from my wife's family. I might lose my credit because of you.

If you keep this up, I'll cause trouble at your home.

Can I have a drink?

The rice wine I have is too old. What about soju?

Soju is fine, too. Please give me something to eat, too.

Is this your first time here?

Yes.

I want to stay here tonight.

No one stays here these days. Probably not very comfortable for you...

Don't worry about that.

I heard there's a Pansori singer here.

Yes. That's right.

Can I ask her to sing?

Have you heard the rumors?

Yes.

Well, she hasn't sung recently.

I have to ask her first.

What do you say? He wants you to sing...

I've been everywhere chasing Pansori.

If there's Pansori, I can stay up all night.

It's just a vulgar sound.

I heard rumors and came. Please don't hesitate.

It's been a while since I played a drum. I'm afraid I won't get the right beat.

To make her father open his eyes.

Shimchung sold herself for consecrated rice.

When she left for the boundless waters,

The drum went, duridung, duridung, dungdung...

It's going to be late.

Let's hurry and dive into the water.

After Shimchung hears this, she lies face down.

Oh, Father, I'm dying.

But please open your eyes and see everything.

Don't care for an ungrateful child like me.

I don't feel sorry about dying. but who will I rely upon?

The waves are huge.

They reach the sky. The ship is shaking because of the storm.

The waves make the ship shake.

The waves make the ship shake.

Look at Shimchung. She's staggering here and there.

At the edge of the ship, she thinks again. "It's all my fault."

Skirt over her head, she closes her eyes.

After she raises her hands she falls into the sea.

An apricot blossom follows the storms,

and the bright moon soaks into the sea.

When Queen Shim hears her blind father's regret,

watch what Queen Shim does. She opens the coral bead screen,

and runs into him.

Oh, Father.

When Shim hears this, he is surprised.

What's going on?

Who's calling me, Father?

I have no son.

No daughter either.

My only daughter sank into the water and

died 3 years ago. Who's calling me Father?

Father, you still haven't opened your eyes?

Father, open your eyes and look at me.

Is that person...

the brother you've always waited for?

Yes.

When my sound met his drum beat,

I recognized him at once.

His skills were just like Father's.

I knew something was strange.

So then...

But why did you two part

like strangers?

We didn't want to damage our anguish.

Is it so deep in your hearts that

you separated without relieving it?

We relieved our anguish last night.

How?

With my Pansori and his drum.

No wonder

you sounded different.

I listened to it all night long.

When your Pansori and his drum met,

it sounded like you two were flirting.

It sounded like

the noises of making love.

How long have I been here?

About three years.

If I think about my luck,

this comfortable life has been too long.

Maybe it's time for me to move on.

I thought you'd do that, too...

I'm going to be a widower again.

Did you decide where to go?

Let me know when you decide.

I'll send you your things.