Takahashi, Yuji : The Pain of the Wandering Wind
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Instrumentation:Piano Solo
Genre:Various works
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Author : Takahashi, Yuji
Last Updated: May 14, 2019
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Author : Takahashi, Yuji
"a transformed melody from the song "Imjong" I composed to Ko-eun's poetry
each note of the melody having different coloring
a piano become an ensemble of interlocked timbres" (Yuji Takahashi)
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Imjong (At the End) by Ko Un
My love, I do not wish to go to the Western Pure Land.
Even if I die, I intend not to leave this land.
If I die, my body will become earth,
become water and wind,
and moreover, become the wind of this land.
My soul will become a raging ghost,
dwelling in the fields and mountains.
If I wander like this for thousands of years,
only by dying does this entire land become life.
I will wander by the banks of the Yeongsan River, in Nonsan Ganggyeong,
and also wander over the Daedong River and Moranbong, where I could not go.
When birds cry, I too will cry,
becoming the tears of this land.
With midnight sake,
I wish to intoxicate all my lamentations.
When I was born here,
I was born to wander this land,
not to do anything else.
All the sorrows, a single sorrow torn into fragments.
Enticed by the sinking moonlight, I
do not wish to go to the Western Pure Land.
Even if I die,
I want to become the ghost of this land's last night.
Even when water freezes and winds rage,
let us together become the water beneath the ice,
let us together become the wind's song of pain.
My love, how could I ever leave this land?
The earth and water of this land,
even the pine trees standing on the loess hills,
are grandfathers who have accumulated thousands of years of history.
Even if I die, I will always be with you.
With the falling raindrops,
let us nurture the withered grass.
My love, even if I die, I do not wish to go to the Western Pure Land.
To go there, to go there...
How could I go to the Western Pure Land?
Even if I die, I will become a ghost of this land.