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You smile. You smile often enough, but when I think of laughter passing through you, it rises to the surface, thin as oil paper. The path from expression to emotion must be the same as the path from emotion to expression, but even when you get angry or laugh your head off, I feel lonely for you. Somehow, sleep must come and appetite must return. You want to be alone, yet realize you are not. Where is this place? With eyes that say they are lonely, with lips that protest it is too noisy, you speak. And so you cannot see me. Accepting surrender becomes the only condition for going on living. I feel that laughter develops you. Lee Hyun-seung, 『Dear Objects』, Munhakdongne, 2012. The poem I love most.