Like a soul, round the corner into the next world

out of the body with its residence expired,

yearning to see

her body again

that carried joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure

and labored for all her life,

she,
turned the car around and entered the password of her house.
The sounds of spoons, laughter, documents and clothes,

furniture, scars, and memory

have left

the house and cooled down completely.
She knelt down and rubbed the times endured altogether.
She gave it CPR. In the signs of recognition

with a slightly moving mouth, she, 
as if giving travelling expenses, took off the sunshine rising from the east

with the tongue’s tip and covered it.

Half-cooked rice,
my rice

that just imitated

a high, solitary, and lonely spirit,

the house has enjoyed the meals for such long years,

she made a deep bow to the house

and turned around.