To my confession, not until I heard this song, I didn't know or imagine that we had such tragic part of community in 1980s in Korea since I was just lucky enough without any financial problem under strong patronage of my parents...
The title of the song is "Four Seasons 사계 四季" and melody is as beautiful as Vivaldi's but lyric tells about young people working every day and night through the whole four seasons sitting in front of sewing machine.. to make living..
While I was kneeling down over the white & yellow flowers to smell the scent, they, as joyful as myself, were bending their back all day long to make the machine working for the shirts & pants.. to make small money.. to survive.. in the city of Seoul..
While I was sipping Margarita in the beach under the sun, they, same age with mine, just put the pedals on and on and on fully sweating.. for the sewing machine.. for the small money for living..
While I was whispering the romantic song of Elvis, Anything that part of you, stepping over the autumn leaves in the park arm in arm with my girl friend, they, as beautiful as the maple colors in the fall, kept running the machine.. for the small money of remittance for their parents, brothers or sisters living in the country village..
I was so guilty and shameful when I first heard the full lyric of the song that I drank almost a bottle of strong whisky paying fair amount of money at the decent bar and they were working on the machine still deep at night rubbing their hands against frost bite.