Dear Yeolnyeo,

 My virtuous woman, 

下一次，我希望以人的身分來見你，而不 一個女人.

Somewhere in your quest to obtain a medal with no merit but the words in the mouth of your jailers we lost you. Your smile and the way you positioned your being became news as old as time, like the Myth of Nuwa.

Your movements lost their balance and you struggled to keep your gracefulness, and as we longed for you,  you strayed from yourself.

There you stood at crossroads,with a path clear as day yet you crawled into the domains of the devil,  struggling for crumbs that even his workers felt pity on you.

My dear woman, for whom do you tie yourself, shackled without strength, cast away with not even serpents on your hair for protection . For what cause do you bind your daughters to forever be slaves, with no vision for freedom but by the will of those who they are to serve. For whose gain do you sell your sisters, joining hands with those whom bear no love for you save for your use and none for your person.

Once again I ask you my woman,  for whose cause do you lose yourself, fighting like hounds on fresh meat, scavenging for peace that was yours to begin with.

What is to be done to clear the dim over your eyes, to bring to you the light you have shielded yourself from, to show you your person, rooted with dignity, beautiful with pride, pious with purpose,  not the mirage which we are forced to watch you become.

Do you not see that which I see? Do you not see that which they see?  For which they have given you yardsticks that take away your being,  Prizes that compensate not your person, but your moderator.

Therefore I plead with you to live as a human, wings unseen yet unclipped, mind strong and purpose-filled, 

My dear woman.

The connoisseur and a friend