Part 1 Falling in love with someone on Earth
Formula for calculating area
yellow
The two of us
Inside me
The mind of a satellite
My thoughts
I like that about you
RH null
You who cut me down
Follow-up words
honeydew
close relationship
long distance calls

Like the side of the book in Part 2, like traces of having read each other for a long time
I love you
When it explodes
Only the right ones
Twice on the chest, once on the stomach, once on the back
Beloved work
The soap is getting
AI-1
AI-2
AI-3
AI-4
AI-5
There are two inside me
Knock, knock
How far is it?
black and white photo
I overheard a long-distance conversation between petals and roots.
Grow quietly
zipper
I wish it would rain
Update
Yun Dong-ju's first dimension
Any aspect of me

Part 3: Just as dandelions communicate with each other telepathically
circus
Walking this flower path
Walking on that flower path
Things that medicine works on
Tropical Child
Planting a D under the chin
blanket
yep
angry fingers
I want to become invisible
audition
I used to dream of being a baseball player, but not anymore.
Dictator of the Globe
Frozen people
Wooden will
Saying you'll live
Brick Breaker Game 1
Brick Breaker 2
pond
Diary of a Flycatcher
hoodie
Green? Green signal
Above
Pinwheel Garden

commentary
Poet's words

A collection of poems that understands the hearts of young people

Poet Kim Jun-hyun, who began his literary career after his poem was selected for the 2013 [Seoul Shinmun] New Year's Literary Contest and has since developed a world of sensuous poetry imbued with philosophical thought, has published a collection of poetry for young adults titled [I Wish It Rained Until the World Became Soft].
Since his debut, the poet has been actively working in the fields of poetry and criticism, winning the Changbi Children's Poetry Division New Writer's Award in 2015, the Munhakdongne Poetry Literature Award Grand Prize in 2017, and the Modern Poetry Criticism Division New Writer's Recommendation Award in 2020.
This collection of poems, published in succession to the poetry collection [Tomato Standard] (Munhakdongne, 2022), contains a meticulous heart that carefully observes and understands the unstable daily lives and complex psychology of teenagers with “eyes as transparent as raindrops” (the poet’s words).
This is a collection of affectionate poems that warmly embrace the hearts of young people living today amidst anxiety and worry, and that penetrate deeply into the heart and convey words of comfort.
This collection of poems is poet Kim Jun-hyeon's first collection of poetry for young people and the forty-first volume of 'Changbi Youth Poetry Series.'

Like watercolor
Until the world becomes soft
I wish it would rain

Like playing the piano
Knock, knock
I wish it would rain

Giving water to stray cats
Make the green a darker green
Let the yellow become a brighter yellow

People
Each of them spread their colorful umbrellas like wings
When crossing a puddle, it's like spacing out words
I wish I could cross the river like a bird

(syncopation)

After the rain stopped
If the world seemed clearer and more distinct
I wish, I wish
---"I wish it rained" section (pages 52-53)

"Mathematics of the Heart": Measuring the Breadth and Depth of the Heart

The poet says, “A person is/the most difficult shape in the world to find the area of” (The Formula for Finding Area).
So how can we fathom the immeasurable heart of a person?
The poet seeks to find the ‘width’ and ‘depth’ of the mind, which “grows and shrinks dozens of times a day” (the formula for calculating width) through “the mathematics of the mind” (Gomyungjae, commentary).
In 'Mathematics of the Mind' there are no formulas, no answers, and no solutions.
It is filled with only love that deeply thinks of people.
As I carefully measure the breadth and depth of my heart with the warmth of love that embraces me “so much that I can’t tell who is who” (? Close Relationship”), before I know it, my “unknown heart” that has “endured in the dark” is “revealed to the world” (? Yellow), and a tender voice whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you” (? Being Loved) rings in my ears.
“A pinwheel with the words ‘I love you’ written on it spins in the wind that will send me to a completely different world” (? Pinwheel Garden).


The area of ​​a rectangle is length × width
The area of ​​a triangle is base × height ÷ 2

So how do I find my area?

People
It's the most difficult shape to find the area of ​​in the world.
If it's a little bigger
Will I ever find out the formula for calculating my area?

Multiplying the words I couldn't say to anyone
If I share my heart with you
Can you tell?
Dozens of times a day
It increases and decreases
My width
---Full text of "The Area Formula" (page 10)

Pretty ears that listen to your heart

It is often said that adolescence is the most shining moment in life.
But the reality is not like that.
Our youth live difficult lives within the confines of school, suffering from the crushing pressure of studying and the competition for ranking that reduces everything to grades, while losing their dreams.
It is a world where “anything must have something special” (Audition) to be chosen, like “a single strand of white hair among countless black hairs.”
There are many things inside me, but I tend to ignore my individuality and talents and only measure my worth by numbers (grades).
It's like "letting out everything I've been holding in" and "if I sing a song/whale will jump out of my mouth" ("The Two of Us"), but in a reality where nothing goes as planned and nothing moves as they want, teenagers have no choice but to suppress what they want to say.
The poet listens to the frustrated and painful 'hearts' of the youth who are wandering in conflict and wandering with his "pretty ears that want to listen to their hearts" (commentary).

Listening to your insides with a stethoscope

It feels like listening to the cries of a cicada on a deep summer night
It felt like hearing the sound of breaking glass
It feels like listening to the sound of rain during the rainy season
It felt like I was hearing the thump thump of footsteps from upstairs.
I feel like I'm being nagged
It feels like listening to a drum beat

In your deepest heart
A child was heard sobbing, holding back tears.
---"Twice on the chest, once on the stomach, once on the back" (page 31)

I will love every aspect of 'me'

The world we live in is made up of many different aspects.
The lives of young people, with their endless possibilities, go without saying.
There is no single right answer in our lives, and each of us shines in a colorful way.
And in a future where we cannot predict what will come out like a roll of the dice, expectations and hopes are bound to sprout.
As we live, we may “fail,” “be bad,” “become bad,” and “be ugly” (?bad), but that is not a mistake or a failure.
So, the poet says, don't be too impatient, and let's "love all of me" ("any part of me") just as I am, even if "I can't get ahead of others/and it's just one step."
To the youth who “walk with all their might, without giving up even a single thing” despite their “difficulties and shortcomings” and who finally “spread their wings” and fly powerfully, we send encouragement by saying, “You are full of wonderful things” (I like that about you).


What people want from me is 6
Throw me into the world and expect me to get a 6

If 1 comes out, alone
Me, blankly staring at the sky without any friends
Is there anyone to love?
I used to think so

I can't get ahead of others
It's just one step away
From the moment I decided to love every aspect of myself
I was okay with people messing with me.
Even if 6 comes out, even if 4 comes out, even if 2 comes out
Sometimes it was good to be alone
---Full text of "Any Aspect of Me" (page 58)

Just as when the 'ball' turns over, it becomes 'luck'

The poet has a refined sense of language and is excellent at playing with words.
This collection of poems also stands out for its visual and auditory stimuli and wordplay.
It can be expressed in visual form, such as “If the ball flips over, it’s luck” (“Brick Breaker Game 2”), “If I’m on top of ㅁ, I become someone else” (“On top of ㅁ”), or “A ladybug carrying around / the hardships, the shortcomings, just ● this damn point, the increasingly heavy point” (“I like that about you”), “I know you’re doing well / I know you’re happy / I know you’ll come soon / Two streams of tears flowing” (“How far is it”), “If you speak here with emphasis, this flower will grow” (“Grow Quietly”), “I guess this medicine / listens to the whole story” (“Things the Medicine Listens to”), by exquisitely connecting words or phrases that sound the same, adding to the flavor of the speech.
If you “plant / ㄷ under your chin” (? ㄷ 림기 under your chin”), it becomes ‘hair’, if “a screw sticking out of a chair comes off”, it becomes “the will to live” (? The will of a tree), and in the promise that “even if it’s not black or white / I’ll say good words / from now on” (? There are two inside me”), the words (馬) and (言) come together to add to the fun of reading poetry.

No, not even me
No, not really

yep
The answer is
Those two round eyes, no
It's a sighing nostril, no
Rolling around
Two marbles

Ask me anything
Instead of answering, always
yep

Tap it with your finger
puberty
---「ㅇㅇ」 Full text (page 69)

We smell the same

The poet who says, “I hate it when people keep getting sharper” (You Who Sharpen Me) constantly talks about love.
“If you input good words into your mind, you will only say good words and think good thoughts” (?AI-4) and listen “twice to your chest, once to your stomach, once to your back”, sometimes dozens or hundreds of times, to hear your heart breathing “in the deepest part of you” (?twice to your chest, once to your stomach, once to your back).
Even though our bodies are apart, our loving hearts always flow like water, “just as dandelions communicate telepathically with each other” (Walking This Flower Path).
We are “that kind of relationship” (?RH null) because “we can tell without a blood test.”
We, who “have the same scent,” live our lives “getting to know what it feels like to be loved” ("Soap is gradually becoming like a pebble") with a heart that “becomes smooth like a pebble.”
Poets don't speak in clear cuts like mathematical formulas.
This poetry collection, which “asks about and shows people’s thoughts and feelings in a way different from mathematics,” is “a beautiful book that listens to the tender heart” (commentary).
After reading the entire collection of poems, you will find yourself wanting to love yourself, your family, your friends, and your neighbors more.


Grandma's hands are lavender
Grandpa's hands are also lavender
Mom's hands are also lavender
Dad's hands are also lavender
My brother's hand is also lavender
My hands are lavender too

Even if there isn't much to hold hands with
People who grow lavender flowers in both hands
We smell the same

I got up, stroked it, went outside, came back and stroked it again
I stroke it before I eat, I stroke it before I go to sleep
I write a diary and edit it so that my eyes can read it.
Smooth as a pebble
Always being patted by everyone
The soap is getting
Are you starting to understand what it feels like to be loved?
---Full text from "Soap is Gradually" (page 34)