(translated from the Korean by geul)
Always-remembered comrade of
my long sighs, my cigarette!
I have met people who say
you grow on the grave of a miss
born, and as soon passed away,
so long ago the story is forgotten.
Dark smoke undulating and collapsing
before my eyes
ember that only burns to vanish.
Ah, this my anguished heart.
My endless days of melancholy
let them pass with you as one.