I always crave the smell of our kitchen fire.

I still think fire has always existed.
I still see red fire in everyone's house
Why do I keep craving the smell of our kitchen fire!?

The fire in our kitchen was born from our mother's hands.
Mother feeds the fire with the rustling countryside garden
Mother feeds the fire with dry straw
Give your baby a unique scent

Mother's fire is weak in times of war and storms.
Raising children with poles and sticks
Looking into the fire, I still tremble.
I always miss the smell of the kitchen fire, mom!

How many years have passed since mother ascended to heaven?
Mother's fire still warms the kitchen ashes
Mother's fire drives away the cold wind season
Keep my heart warm at the change of seasons.

TO HOAN