于是在某天金起范与社员们讨论的时候,金希澈把正在实验室的李东海叫了出来。
金希澈将李东海带到剑道室,对李东海说,他是真的很喜欢金起范。他对李东海说,那天是他的假期,戴上帽子和墨镜的他走在曾经熟悉的街道上,于是遇见了在表演的金起范。他告诉李东海,一见钟情的感觉真的很奇妙,他从未见过金起范,但那一瞬间,他就感觉他们仿佛相识了许多年。
金希澈向李东海念了波兰女诗人Wislawa Szymborska的Love at First Sight
they're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still
Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—
perhaps they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them
if they don't remember—
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.