Hwang Hyunjin

On May 3, 2003, Hwang Hyunjin died. This was his first death: theoretical, empty and a bit sad. ... time for a walk in the morning at the behest of the father. It's silent on Hyunjin Street dragged an umbrella behind him. Hairpins in hair jingled, and the dragon on the cheek was shedding. Two ancient collections: temporary tattoos and accessories. Hyunjin is picky poked the edge of the umbrella into the invasion birds, sat near the machine with carbonated drinks, I went squirrel hunting and bought hot chocolate in tins banks. All his adventures he was quietly roaring. His cry rolled down my throat like a spool for threads, and forced to pour tears. He was so scared. No lonely, not painful, but creepy, creepy scary. For the first time in seventeen years old. At six years old he twisted his leg, In high school, his nose was broken, to clean it up, a year ago he managed to drown the heart and ribs in blood, but he was never afraid. A now he was clasping his palms between his knees and hastily hid his fear from others. Re-sewn, reassembled teenager.