Are you doing well? I miss you dearly. I heard it snowed all through the night, and I have been unable to sleep peacefully lately, worried that you might have caught a cold. If you are ill, do not suffer alone; be sure to call a physician and take your medicine. I miss you so much these days that I spend every night thinking only of you. The memory of holding you close and falling asleep to your scent has grown faint. It has already been three months since we parted, and at this rate, I fear I might even forget your face. I long for your voice and your laughter. Even while writing, I often find myself stopping my brush as thoughts of you suddenly fill my mind. But do not worry too much. As I promised, I will surely return to Hanyang next spring, so please do not stop sending your letters. I endure each day by reading your words. Ah, and this time, I would like you to send one of the garments you used to wear along with your letter. Do not think it strange; I simply wish to keep your scent near me. Take care of your health, and do not spare a glance for any other man. I love you. P.S. I am enclosing a poem I wrote. Read it as many times as you like whenever you miss me. — From the one who longs for you.