bada.day
The tide retreats,
revealing what was hidden beneath.
Shells whisper their names
to the wet sand.
Sun at zenith.
The sea becomes a mirror,
too bright to look at directly.
Even the waves rest.
Shadows lengthen on the water.
A fishing boat returns,
drawing a line of foam
across the golden surface.
하루가 바다에 녹아들고,
물결은 어둠을 품는다.
내일도 바다는 여기 있을 것이다.
The day dissolves into the sea,
and the waves embrace the dark.
Tomorrow, the sea will still be here.