Orae-doen jeongwon

Oh:
The air becomes soaked as the wind blows I endow it with the name, spring rain.

Han:
[long pause] Is that all?

Oh:
Sorry that's all. [pause] Spring Rain. Yet too meagre to soak the potato fields.

Han:
[raised eyebrows, implied] ?

Oh:
Yes, that's the end again.

Han:
[nodding] Short, but classy.

Han:
I hide you, put you up and feed you, and even let you f*** me. Why would you leave? So long you idiot!