Reading 우리 나무가 아파요 (Our Tree is Sick), I came across the word “바스락거리다.”
“What’s that mean?” I asked Good Man.
“The sound of walking on fallen leaves. 바스락바스락.”
I nodded and continued reading.
A few moments later Good Man said, “When I was seven, I wrote a letter to a friend comparing friendship to the sound of walking on fallen leaves.”
“What does that mean?”
Good Man closed his eyes, shook his head, and smiled, “I still don’t even know today.”