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~~ bb, i'm reposting one of your early translations posted in Quilt :) a very very long one but a truly wonderful story.....i like it !!!

THAT FIRST SNOW - a love story inspired by joon

- Original Work in Chinese by gjiangl [GJ] www.loveyongjoon.com

- Translated into English by happiebb

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Cast: You [Joon] - Yong Joon

Me - Jiwoo?

Her [Jie] - A female character

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(1) The Church Wedding

“Joon, would you take this woman, Jie, as your lawfully wedded wife?

To be her husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward,

for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health,

to love and to cherish, till death do you apart?”

“I do.”

Crisp white collared shirt with a black bowtie, smart black pants

with white silk cummerbund, and a splendid black tuxedo jacket

completed the look of the groom, standing tall and proud in the church.

You, with your head hung high and back upright

and with your hands falling naturally into a gentle clasp,

were looking straight at the pastor.

The sun’s glorious rays shone through the window to reflect on your face.

Your slightly pursed lips, broad forehead, aristocratic nose,

delightfully formed chin, all came together to form a wonderfully perfect picture.

“You may now exchange rings.”

The pastor’s words hung in the air within the silence of the church hall.

You saw something before your eyes –

it was a heart-shaped cushion, it was in white silk,

and it looked very soft, very pure.

Resting on the soft folds of the cushion were

a pair of diamond-crusted wedding bands.

You lowered your brows, your sensuous lips gave ever a slight twitch,

and your handsome face lit up in a sweet smile.

You smilingly and gently lifted the ring from the cushion,

and met the eyes of your bride, your October bride.

Your eyes were a little misty, even appeared somewhat lost.

Your gaze fell from your bride’s face, over her slender neck,

her slightly heaving chest, her fair arm,

and eventually rested upon the bride’s ringless hand.

You reached out your hand to lift her right hand…

then you slowly inched your left hand

which had been clasping the wedding band towards the bride’s ring finger…

“The first snow of 2002,

came a little later than usual…”

Suddenly the verses of a song, a song long forgotten, came from nowhere,

its melody slicing through the tranquillity of the wedding hall.

The song strummed across the hall from behind you,

where your well-wishing relatives and friends were seated.

You froze in your action and turned around abruptly in the direction of the music,

only to see a flustered mother trying frantically

to switch off the disc-man of her child.

Before long, the church hall lapsed into silence again.

The music had stopped.

But you did not turn back to your bride.

(2) October Bride

That first snow of 2002,

Came a little later than usual.

That car resting on the eighth floor

Swept away that last leave that fell that autumn.

That first snow of 2002,

Bore the remnants of a love that’s lost.

You’re like the wandering butterfly,

Taking your time in the season of snow.

Can’t forget how it feels to be held in your arms,

It’s even warmer than the heat in my heart.

With our love,

We brave the cold air from the north.

It was your lips that held all of me,

It was your love that warmed me up.

It was your gentle touch that melted me,

And your words that changed the season of cold.

You were not someone who’s into song and dance.

But you fell in love with this song the very moment you heard it.

In a strange way, it was almost like your love story with her.

That first snow of 2002, you stood in the snow,

looking up into the vast skies in pain.

You were in such pain, trying to recall,

or were you trying to forget (?) the memories from the past.

Then you saw her.

She was skipping with her arms swinging; she looked so happy,

so carefree as she skipped her way towards you, and into your heart.

That picture of her, a happy soul, seemed to overlap

and cross over the very picture of pain in your heart.

She caught sight of your stare and halted in her step,

“Do we know each other?”

“No,” you answered.

“Then we know each other now.” You heard her innocently joyous laugh.

Was this how it was in your memory, you asked yourself.

But you had no answer, your memory was only sketches of images,

nothing that you could piece together,

as if piecing the broken bits together would only hurt you more.

You locked her in with your intense gaze.

And today, she became your bride, your October bride.

(3) The Memory Jigsaw

But back to this present moment…

In the wedding hall in the church,

the memories awakened by the music was not the first snow of 2002.

It was an earlier time, a time that you’d thought would long be forgotten,

no, buried in the deepest vault within your heart.

Memories of an earlier time, of an earlier first snow filled your heart.

It was the first snow of 2001… where you met another woman.

Images of a happy first snow, a season of love came rushing back…

(4) The First Snow of 2001

In 2001 when the first snow came to earth…

That year, when first snow fell,

it was at a time when nobody expected it,

so it was a joyous moment, a sweet surprise.

You were out that night, walking along the wide pavement

when the feather-soft snow danced around and fell onto the streets…

You reached out your right out to try and capture the joy of first snow.

Your face showed pleasant surprise and much joy.

It was perhaps God’s will that we should meet that night.

I was on a public bus, and from what I sat,

on the last row, by the window, I saw the snow

Something out there called out to me, I alighted.

I happily hopped off the bus, skipped along with my arms outstretched,

a picture of happiness and innocence, walking towards you.

As I was twirling and turning in the snow, I saw you.

I stopped in my tracks.

Perhaps you heard Destiny calling out to you to turn around.

Because at the moment you suddenly turned and saw me.

“Do we know each other?” My arms were still outstretched.

“Yes!” Your right hand, too, was still in the air.

“Ha, then we don’t have to get to know each other!” I laughed in delight.

You locked me in with your eyes.

(5) A Love Affair in the Snow

Me, a girl from the south, did not grow up with a liking for snow.

Used to have a deep, unexplained fear for winter,

it was cold, cruel, muddy, wet, just horrible.

But that winter of 2001, winter was exceptionally, delightfully beautiful.

Our love came as unexpectedly as that first snow that brought us together,

And as the snow thickened, our love grew stronger and deeper.

In others’ minds, we must have been the most incompatible of couples.

You're a fine actor, tall, handsome and with much style and grace.

Women only had to lay their eyes on you to fall hopelessly in love with you.

Me? Well, I was just an architect, petite and ordinary as can be.

I spent my days in and out of steel and mud,

running around construction site after construction site.

We appeared to have absolutely nothing in common,

yet our hearts called our for each other.

And no one else.

We only had eyes for each other.

“So we just fall in love like that? That’s it?”

I would habitually crook my head and ask you in jest.

“Lucky you to have me! You should thank your lucky stars!”

You would always laugh with a sparkle in your beautiful eyes.

“If you think it’s so unlucky for you to be with me,

then leave me!” I would pucker my lips in protest.

“It’s because I think I’ve lost out in this deal

that’s why I need you to hang around to make up for my loss!”

You would thrust your face very close to mine and laughed heartily.

Looking at you standing in the snow, under the moonlight…

It was difficult to resist your handsome face, your wonderful smile,

and of course, your broad shoulders, your warm embrace

felt like a harbour to my heart,

(6) Your Condition to Let Me Go

That last snow of 2001,

I received word that I had to go the States for training.

I suppose I’d known all along that this love affair wouldn’t last

because of how different our career directions were.

But I did not expect to have to part with you so soon.

Six months…

I suppose six months was not exactly a long period in anyone’s life,

perhaps for some, it passed with just a blink of an eye.

But no, during the time we were so in love,

the six months felt like an eternity. I felt like I’ve never not known you.

And i didn't know how I lived before you came into my life.

We were holding hands,

walking side by side silently in the snow-covered grounds.

We walked long and far that day, until day broke into evening hues.

Suddenly, you broke the silence,

“I like how it feels to walk with you like this.”

“If you’d rather I don’t go, I won’t,” I know myself best.

For you, I’d gladly give up everything I had. “I’m willing to do that for you.”

You took my other hand and pulled me close.

“We love each other, but we each have our own work to do.

You do not belong to me, you’re not my object.

You have your own ideals and beliefs, and your own life to lead.

And you know, this is precisely what I like about you,

how you live and breath life with a passion,

and how you have your own thinking.”

“But I don’t want to go!” I nestled my head against your chest.

“You should go. You and I both know you should go.

If you give up everything for me,

there will come a day you’ll regret this decision.”

You hugged me so tightly as you said these words,

as if you never wanted to let me go.

That evening, we must have stood like this holding on to each other,

for a long, long, long time.

“But I do have a condition for letting you go.”

You suddenly and forcefully pulled out of our embrace,

braced your large hands on my shoulders and spoke.

“What? What condition? I may be useless, but I will not be threatened…”

I made a feeble attempt at a joke.

“Threatened? I will make you an offer that you can’t say no to!

In fact, I’m the one making all the sacrifices…!”

You smiled. Then you looked serious again.

“Come back after the training, to be my bride, my October bride!”

I looked up and into your eyes. The night had fallen,

and although it was dark, the moonlight clearly outlined your features.

I studied your face as if for the first time again.

Your nose, your lips, those loving eyes

and yes, the broad and comforting chest.

I gently but firmly nodded my consent.

“Haha, my little bride, little little bride!”

You triumphantly carried me. “You even called me Silly Goose!

The way I look at it, you are the Silly Goose to agree to marry me so quickly!

Now you won’t even get a chance to regret!”

“Yea, you’re right. I’m regretting already!”

“See? Regretting already right?” You happily smiled and said,

“Tell you another secret, know why I’d pick you to be my bride?”

“No, why? Quick, tell me!”

“Coz you’re so small! It'ld be easy to carry you into the honeymoon suite!

And coz you’re so dumb, I won’t have to crack my brains with you!”

You laughed and ran around like a boy who had just been given a new toy,

ignoring my attempts to hit you on the head.

(7) Who Can Marry You?

“I think so too! If not for the fact that I’m such an idiot, do you think I’d marry you?

I must be nuts to want to marry you!” I was clinging to your neck tightly,

and all the while, trying to kick you with all my might.

“What? Did you mean to say that smart gals wouldn’t marry me?!

What made you say that? Now, you’d better be careful,

one wrong word from you, I’ll be coming after you!”

You looked quite serious as you said this.

“Ok, I’ll tell you. If I get it right, you can kiss me once, how’s that?”

I removed my arms from your neck and teased you.

“Sure! But if you’re wrong, if you say it all wrong,

then you have to pay back with ten kisses!?

“Ho, I’m very sure I’m right!”

I started to pace around you

as I listed the qualities about what type of woman could marry you.

“Firstly, to be your wife,

the woman must have absolutely no sense of jealousy or whatsoever!

She must bear having all your female fans crowding around you everyday,

hugging and kissing you;

hey, she should even be able to watch them, and even encourage them!

This is not so easy to do, you know.

And it’s not something that anyone can learn to cope with,

and even if someone is able to cope with such antics,

there’s no guaranteeing that she’ll be happy.”

I purposely exaggerated how the fans would hug and kiss you.

“Ha, is that so?”

you wondered out loud as one of your hand held your other arm,

and your other hand stroke your chin lightly.

You were watching me prance playfully around you.

“Secondly, to be your wife, the woman must have her own career,

but no, she cannot be overly ambitious. When you’re not around

or when you’re busy, she must have her own work and her own life.

But when you need her,

she must be able to put down everything she’s doing just to be with you.

But she has to be careful not to become just another part of you,

or worse, to become one of your possessions, an object.”

I continued to pace in circles around you.

“Umm… you’re right on this one.

I really don’t want my woman to become one of my objects.”

You continued to turn round and round with me, this time smiling.

All this while, your eyes never left me.

“Thirdly, to be your wife, this woman must be intelligent.

She must know when she has to chat with you,

and when she has to sit by your side quietly.

She also needs to know when she has to act like a woman that she is,

and when she has to be independent and strong.”

At this point, I’d stopped joking and was quite serious.

“Am I so difficult to manage?”

You gave me a bewildered and innocent look.

“No, silly goose, you’re not difficult at all. It’s just that you’re too busy,

your life is simply too fast paced.

You have a lot of happy and unhappy moments,

so you need someone who understands you, who knows you."

“Anything else?”

“Yes! Fourthly, to be your wife, the woman must have a sense of humour.

She has to be able to very casually and very easily

relieve you of all your heavy burden and lift your spirits.

When you get home, you can’t be looking

as if you’re carrying the weight of the world upon your shoulders?!”

I mimicked your serious stance.

“Actually, that’s what I wish for.” Your eyes looked straight into my eyes,

the intense and deep love emanating from those orbs shuddered me.

“Fifthly, to be your wife, she has to be very very smart and brave!”

I pressed on.

“What?! That too?”

“Yes, when you’re oh-so-proud of yourself,

this woman must be courageous enough to say

‘You’re so dumb! Can’t even do a simple thing?!”

“Ha, truly a brave soul!” You laughed.

“Okay, so far so good. What else?”

“Of course, there’s more! Sixthly, to be your wife,

the woman has to be quite a purist! I mean, you’re such a public figure,

I’m sure even your wife will be the target of the paparazzi.

If your wife doesn’t behave, there will be bad press soon enough!”

“Whoa, that’s a mighty long list! Anything else?!”

“Yup. Your wife has to be pretty, graceful, well-mannered

and must have a taste for the arts. Of course, there’re loads more,

but I’m too tired to continue today….”

I stopped my pacing and looked at you mischievously.

“So you’re done? Mmmm… let me think about it… Come to think of it,

this little fella in front of me seems to have it all. That’s right!

You seem to be all of the above!” You suddenly reached out to catch me,

and once again, I’m in your arms again.

“So did I get it all correct?” I asked as I nestled in your arms.

“No! You have to kiss me ten times!”

You replied with a steely certainty.

“You don’t agree that I was right on all counts?”

I was gently tapping on your head.

“If I agree that you’re right, then I wouldn’t be getting any kisses from you!”

You leaned closer until your head resting in the cradle of my beck.

Your sensuous voice became even more alluring

as you lowered your voice and said,

“Now you know why I want to marry you?”

My heart started racing like nobody’s business.

(8) Footsteps in the Snow

At that moment, when I’d all but lost myself in your embrace,

I saw the footsteps in the snow behind you.

Those were our footsteps from just now.

There were just two sets of footsteps, none that crossed the other’s paths.

Those were our footsteps.

Was this fate? Suddenly I felt a constriction in my chest,

and tears welled up in my eyes.

I held on to your neck even more tightly. “Ask you a question?”

“Yea?”

“What would you do if I die?”

“Don’t talk rubbish! You, silly goose!” Your reply came fast and clear.

“But I really want to know!”

“If you die, I will die with you.

We will be together forever and ever. And ever.”

You put me down, grabbed my shoulders with such force.

Your answer was so quick and furious. I looked into your eyes,

you looked almost fierce and there was a certain coldness.

But my heart was still in pain.

“What would you do if I don’t love you anymore?”

“Would you NOT love me?” Your voice changed.

The fierceness and coldness from before were completely gone,

and in their place was a gentle and indulgent smile.

“But I still want to know.”

“Very simple. I will find a woman who loves me,

and I will live better than you!” You touched the tip of my nose playfully.

“But how dare you NOT love me?!”

You pulled me into your arms again and squeezed me tight.

I heaved a sigh of relief and let my head rest against your warm chest.

The sudden pain in my chest was gone now.

“Joon, if God would let me choose how I die,

I'd choose to melt in your embrace.”

(9) Missing You

My training in the States went very smoothly.

Days passed quite uneventfully for me.

Each day was a routine, and repeated the day before.

The dorm, the school, just two points in a simple lifestyle.

I attended classes, I studied, and I took time to think about you.

Every afternoon my time, that would be your time midnight,

no matter where you were or what you happened to be doing,

I would receive a tender call from you:

“Little bride, what are you doing?”

“Thinking of you. You?”

“I’m very busy, and not missing you!”

“Not missing me? Then why bother calling me?”

“Just keeping an eye on you, make sure you don’t escape!”

I could hear the magnetic draw of your sexy voice over the telephone.

And I knew you must be laughing quietly.

”Strange… Why is it that you don’t crack jokes much with other people?”

“Coz they are not going to become my bride.”

You’d laughingly say.

Then you would share with me what you were doing:

Filming, traveling, eating, on the way home, sleeping,

and of course, missing me.

You’re always so busy, and that always made me very worried

and it pained me to see you lead such a hectic lifestyle.

One day, I asked you, “Since you’re so busy,

why don’t we just postpone the wedding?

Let’s wait till I’m back, I can prepare for the wedding.”

“No!” came your swift and firm reply.

“My parents will help us prepare for the wedding.

I’ve told them whatever plans will be fine with us,

even if it’s just a simple ritual of going to the Ministry to register our marriage.

My only wish is for you to become my October bride!”

(10) The Dream of the October Bride

After the exam in September, I had no thoughts other than to rush home to you.

So after obtaining the consent from the school,

I gave up attending the graduation ceremony and brought forward my return trip.

Before leaving for the airport, I received the usual afternoon call from you.

But I didn’t tell you my plan to go home to you earlier.

I’d wanted to surprise you!

When I flipped the cover of the cellphone shut,

my heart was still pounding like crazy.

The months of not having you beside me would soon be a thing of the past.

The days and nights of missing you would soon be over.

At this point, the imagery of you in that cellphone CF flashed through my mind.

That smile. Was it meant for me and me alone?

I’m coming back.

I’m coming back to be your October bride!

10th September, I left school and flew to New York.

I’d planned to take the noon flight on the following day back home.

Spent the entire night chit-chatting with a childhood friend

who was living in New York.

The next morning, she drove me to the airport.

On the way, she suddenly remembered that the wedding present

she’d prepared for us was in her office.

We reckoned there was still sufficient time,

so we decided to get the present from her office before heading to the airport.

(11) I’d Be Willing to Melt in your Embrace

We walked into the Twin Towers. Took the lift up, up and up,

all the way to the highest floor of one of the buildings.

My friend and I were chatting happily as we walked into her office.

“You wait here for me, let me go get the present from the store. I

think I’d left it there in my hurry yesterday.”

I saw my friend disappeared into a room. There was silence all around.

Out of a sudden, I heard a few loud crashing sounds.

The next thing I knew the building was moving… walls were collapsing,

and I was thrown to the ground from the force.

I got up quickly, rushed into the room that my friend disappeared into,

and there she was…

crashed under the fixtures in the storeroom,

body and face bloodied.

In her hands was my wedding present, beautifully wrapped.

I pulled my friend out with all my might.

At that point, I’d no idea if she was dead or alive. I looked around me,

there was fire all around, the balls of flames looked like they were dancing,

their tongues reaching out to touch and torch everything.

There was thick smoke everywhere.

I dragged my friend to the outside of the office,

only to find that the access point was blocked, blocked by a fallen wall.

The only way out was now a dead end.

“We will die here!” I knew that for a fact.

I’m an architect, I know what this meant.

This is a concrete building, there was a blocked door, the relentless fire.

There was hardly any doubt in my mind what’s going to happen next.

I did not hesitate, not that there was time for wishy-washy thinking.

I brought my friend to her workstation and laid her there.

I helped her tidy up her clothes.

Then I called your number. “Sorry, I’m looking for Joon.”

“He’s in the middle of a shoot.”

“I need to speak with him.”

“Please hold on.” It was your manager who had answered,

and he knew I would never disturb you when you were working.

“Please hurry.” I really did not have time on my side.

“Hey, that you, little bride? Anything wrong?”

Your voice came across as a little startled.

“No, nothing… I just suddenly miss you much. Very, very much.”

I was speaking very quickly.

“Just bear with it a while longer, we’ll be seeing each other in days.”

You had no idea what’s happening here.

I suppose even if you knew what was happening,

you also had no idea where I was.

“Yes, I know.” My tears started to roll down my cheeks.

“Hey, you must take good care of yourself.

You have to be radiant to be my bride!”

Hearing the lightness and happiness in your tone,

I knew you were happy, that you were well.

“Yes, I know.” I was trying so hard not to choke on my own tears.

No, I must not let my tears betray me!

“Hey, any other things? I’m in the midst of filming.”

“Hey silly goose, do you still remember that snowy night

just before I left for the States?”

“Of course I remember.”

“Just wanna tell you, no matter what happens in the future,

my only wish is that you be happy.”

“What’s wrong with you? Is something wrong?”

I could hear the worry in your voice now.

“Nothing, really. You go work.”

“Really? Nothing’s the matter? You’re sure?”

“Yes, don’t worry, everything’s fine.”

“K, then I’ll hang up now. Call you later tonight. See you.”

“Goodbye.” I heard the line being cut off. I heard the last trace of your voice.

My heart was as cool and calm as the lake on a winter night.

I did not want you to know,

because there was simply no chance of escaping.

I did not want you to live in despair, with the thought of losing me

as I went down in flames with the building.

I did not want you to have to live with the thought

that I’d just fade away from this surface of this earth...

I did not want you to know,

because I could still remember vividly what you said.

You said you would follow my footsteps everywhere I went,

in this lifetime, and in the next lifetime.

I did not want you to die with me. I could not bear for that to happen.

I did not want you to know,

because I’d wanted you to be able to walk out of the pain and misery.

I’d heard someone say before that if a couple truly love each other,

and if one party dies,

then the other would not be able to rid of the pain of losing his other half.

That’s because the other half who died was still lingering around,

refusing to let go.

I had wanted to disappear from your life completely, not leave a trace,

so that you’d have a chance to re-live your life.

I wanted to free you.

I need you to be happier than me.

Nobody knew I was here in New York.

Nobody would know I was dead. I would just disappear.

You’d probably think I was the runaway bride,

that I didn’t love you anymore.

I walked over to sit at my friend’s chair,

took out a lipstick from my purse and painted my lips.

That lipstick was a gfit from you,

you’d asked a friend to help buy from Europe.

I’d always brought it with me, although I’d never used it.

I let down my hair which was tied up neatly in a bun,

I could feel my long hair around my face and shoulders.

You liked my long hair, and you liked it when I kept it untied.

But because of work, I would always bun it up.

The flames were drawing very near now,

the sofa just in front of me was beginning to burn.

I tugged at my clothes, and tried to relax.

I was ready. I closed my eyes.

Bride, October bride!

October was the best month in that city far away.

Autumn… with its fields of golden leaves, under the bluest of blue sky,

I could see myself draped in pure white, holding your arm,

walking through the leaves. What a sight…!

The heat of the fire caressed my cheeks;

strange… it reminded me of your warm chest.

On that snowy night when we parted, I remember saying to you,

“Joon, if God would let me choose how I die,

I'd choose to melt in your embrace.”

Thank you, God, for granting me my wish.

Now, I’d like to pray for your happiness...!

(12) The Fallen Wedding Ring

You continued to look at the flustered mother.

The memories that you thought you’d lost pieced together again,

and in your mind, they became clearer and clearer.

I did not appear, did not become your October bride.

Nobody knew where I went.

After that telephone call, I totally disappeared.

You were sick for a long time,

some parts of your memories became missing bits,

much like jigsaw pieces in your head.

There were fragments and flashes,

but you could not remember my face, could not remember our story,

and could not remember ever being in love before.

You could not remember me.

But at times, you could see fragments, like falling snow,

the blurry shadow of a long-haired girl, and you see a smile,

just a bright and happy smile, no face.

And sometimes, you even saw two sets of footprints.

And somehow, times like these... you'd always feel a dull pain in your heart.

Thereafter, you met her in another winter,

the October bride standing before you.

A voice was ringing through your head:

“What would you do if I die?”

“What would you do if I don’t love you anymore?”

You shuddered.

That beautiful wedding band, already touching the tip of the bride’s ring finger,

suddenly slid from your hand…

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~~ bb, i'm reposting one of your early translations posted in Quilt :) a very very long one but a truly wonderful story.....i like it !!!

THAT FIRST SNOW - a love story inspired by joon

- Original Work in Chinese by gjiangl [GJ] www.loveyongjoon.com

- Translated into English by happiebb

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Cast: You [Joon] - Yong Joon

Me - Jiwoo?

Her [Jie] - A female character

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(1) The Church Wedding

“Joon, would you take this woman, Jie, as your lawfully wedded wife?

To be her husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward,

for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health,

to love and to cherish, till death do you apart?” ........

hey frances!

thanks for reposting this one... had almost forgotten that i'd ever translated this. ya man... it is long... think i must have translated more stuff than i'd cared to remember!

re-read it just now, and my oh my...! there're so many grammar mistakes in this one! *blush blush*

i've a nasty habit of not vetting my stuff before i post, so... B)

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I always love seen those long lines whenever Yong Joon smiles :wub:

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Frances, i don't know why i can't see the gif that you posted. Anway, i d/led the link and save them in my imageshack. So for those who have the same problem as I i'm reposting the GIF that Frances posted earlier.

ruggedly handsome Yong Joon :wub:

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bb, i'm really amazed with you whenever you do a translation. i know you're a very busy woman and yet you can still squeeze this into your schedule. it just show how great is your love to D' Man. Again thank you so much for sharing with us all those wonderful translated articles and fan's penned thoughts.

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A beautiful short fanfic written by Yoshino. Before reading I suggest that you download first this My Memory click here and play. Enjoy :)

A piece of WLS future story...

Written by yoshino

Illustrated by H.Y

Translated by mclara

mclara wrote ~

Just wanna share with you sis and bros.

Have you ever wondered what happened to Myn-Hyong and Yoo-Jin after WLS?

Here is a piece of wonderful imagination from two people.

It's a beautiful short story written by yoshino and illustrated by H.Y.

Hoping you understand and like it.

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"What are you looking at, Min Sung?"

"Me? I'm looking at photos, Brother Yoon Sung."

Min Sung answered, without looking away from the album.

"I didn't know we had the album here."

"No. We brought it all the way from Seoul."

"Oops, you didn't know, brother. Starting this spring, Mom has been explaining these pictures one by one."

"To Dad?"

"Yes."

The album had lots of pictures.

Most of them were we brothers and our father.

Mom was always the one who took photos.

"Do you remember, brother, that I asked mom putting photos on the album,

why she writes so much in there, though she doesn't look at them so often?"

"Yeah, I remember that. She answered we'll be able to explain them to dad someday."

Mom would often take pictures whenever she got a chance.

But, we did not look at them after she had putting them in the album.

We didn't mean to spare dad's feelings, but it was ordinary in my family

just as we never watched TV.

Mom was just completing the album, putting up each photo,

believing she has "someday".

"Isn't this you, Brother Yoon Sung?"

There it was me playing at the beach.

"Wow, this photo is really professional. Cool!"

"Yeah first time to see this. It's me, isn't it?"

-Yoon Sung three years old In May, On Mother's Day –

The photos were twenty in all. All of them were me playing at the water's edge.

And, ten of them seemed to be taken in a row.

"Here, a letter is attached."

"Min Song, it;s mom;s. You can;t do it."

"See, big brother, it;s attached for someone to read."

**************(Letter)

"Let me send you photos of your son that I took at the beach the other day,"

That was what I said, and you looked puzzled gazing at me.

I was at the beach to take pictures of the blue sky and the blue ocean of May.

When it was close to noon, I recognized that your family spread a sheet and sat on it.

I envied you all, being a single myself, for your family looked perfectly happy.

After a while, I recognized that children's father cannot see anything.

Sensing that, I looked away without knowing it.

When I looked afar after being tired of working with my camera,

I found a little boy busy collecting seashells.

He grabbed some, and in his little feet ran up to his parents, and then went back gathering again...

The breeze carried your merry laughter to my ears.

I heard the laughter sounded to say, "We are so happy."

I don't know why I thought so;

That scene of your family might have made me think this way.

Soon I found myself taking pictures of your boy finding shells.

I didn't know at that time why I did so.

Now I wish, though, the boy¡¯s father would know how cute his boy used to be,

when he would be able to see the photo.

At that moment, your son drew something glistening from the beachsand.

He held it up in front of his face, wondering what it was.

So was I.

Through my camera lens, it looked like a necklace.

The head of it looked like stars.

Your son smiled and ran up to you.

"...Mommy, Mommy, isn't this pretty? Give it to you."

I heard his voice through the breeze. I smiled too, hearing it.

But I heard no reply from his mother. She looked down.

"°...What's wrong, Mommy? Are you crying?"

"...What's wrong, Yoojinah?..."

The mother put the necklace on her husband's hand.

"...Yoojinah, this is....this is...."

That was all what I heard from the father.

I felt uneasy and gazed hard through the telephoto lens.

Tears were rolling down on both of your cheeks.

Startled, I turned my eyes away to the ocean.

The ocean had waves coming after and after as if nothing had happened.

"The ocean is the origin of life...Keeping the life is love."

I repeated this phrase.

I don't have any idea what that necklace meant to you.

What I only knew was that was your son's present on "Mother's Day."

In my country Japan, the day is called "Mother's Day."

It is the day that children thank their mother and send flowers or presents to her.

That night, I made a call to my mother, with my heartfelt gratitude.

Forgive me my letter is getting long.

Let me ask you for your permission to use one of the photos of your son

that he puts up the necklace over his face, to a photo contest.

The title would be,

"The first present on Mother's Day"

Wishing that the tears were happy ones. H.Y

***********************

"It's so hot out there. I'm sweating. What happened, Min Sung and Yoon Sung?"

"Oh? Nothing. What were you doing? It's so hot, isn't it?"

"I was picking roses so that I could take them to Seoul with me.

The man there grew the pretty roses.

He's going to send them to me later."

The heat cools down a little and dad and mom cuddled up turning pages of the album,

when the late afternoon breeze was blowing through the terrace.

I began playing the piano-

humoresque by Dvorak.

I felt that I turned back to be three.

On my mother's neck, there rested

a necklace which is never crazed.

There, the love of the two

was shining.

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^_^ with the persistance of a friend who die-die wanted me watch the k-drama classic ~ winter sonata.......i have to say, now at ep 11, mr bae did charmed me off to lalaland with his oh-i-cannot-believe-it-smile... :P:D
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^_^ with the persistance of a friend who die-die wanted me watch the k-drama classic ~ winter sonata.......i have to say, now at ep 11, mr bae did charmed me off to lalaland with his oh-i-cannot-believe-it-smile... :P:D

Hi there blooth! You got charmed by Yong Joon's smile :) Hope you'll enjoy watching Winter Sonata. It's a drama that started me to get hook on him as well as k dramas. Please try reading all the backpages and get to know more abut Yong Joon. See also his latest photos where you'll see his beautiful smile. :)

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^_^ with the persistance of a friend who die-die wanted me watch the k-drama classic ~ winter sonata.......i have to say, now at ep 11, mr bae did charmed me off to lalaland with his oh-i-cannot-believe-it-smile... :P:D

blooth,

welcome to baeland! and... after WLS, you have to watch hotelier! that's a total different image and just as, if not even more, mesmerizing...

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Hello again guys and I have to say you guys have really good pictures of BYJ and are such dedicated fans to post the latest news about him in this thread. Thank you for sharing the awesome pictures and he is so dreamy. Man I wish I could have him.

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Hello again guys and I have to say you guys have really good pictures of BYJ and are such dedicated fans to post the latest news about him in this thread. Thank you for sharing the awesome pictures and he is so dreamy. Man I wish I could have him.

hello there :) we enjoy doing this for u guys !! & besides, its not that difficult to get photos of yong joon coz there are lots of sources, coming from many BYJ fan sites.

plus, our man is frequently on the news and we have lots of wonderful bae sis who dedicate part of their daily routine in translating news, articles, interviews on yong joon....so we never run out of this kind of stuff & we're always updated on whats the latest on our man ;)

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another beautiful artwork of amadienne

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Wow, wat shud i say .... It's totally perfect....

He is more romance and timeless when taking black n white photo... I refer that kind to the color ones...

In my Samsung fone there're some of his best pix all in B n W...

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