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CJ ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS
A CINEMA DAHMDAHM / ABOUT FILM PRODUCTION
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER JEONG TAE-SUNG
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER MICHELLE KWON
DIRECTED BY LEE JP
Based on the true story of JIN Chae-sun, Korea’s first female master singer of Pansori.
Pansori is a popular Korean genre of musical storytelling which dates back to the 17th century.
For hundreds of years, the art was performed only by men as women were forbidden by law to sing in public.
Being born a girl
without two dangling balls, life is hard.
Her name is Sim Cheong.
With winter storms raging,
Cheong sets out holding her mother’s hand.
Perhaps it was a road to the underworld.
Cheong’s mother coughs up blood.
There is no hope for her.
The mother leaves her last wish.
For old time’s sake,
keep her from starving.
I’m very sick.
I...
don’t have long to live.
Mommy...
Well,
this is roughly the story of Sim Cheong.
We shall continue with singing.
I haven’t suckled her
She doesn’t knows my face
How can I die like this?
I can’t leave on this journey
because tears blur my vision
and my feet weigh me down
Cry all you want.
Before you know it, you’ll be laughing again.
That is Pansori opera.
The story of Sim Cheong sounded just like mine.
So, I wanted to be a singer.
THE SOUND OF A FLOWER
Look at Cheong stagger sideways
as though struck by a storm, then she stops to think
Birds are flying in
All kinds of birds are flying in
In this mountain
cuckoo cuckoo
In that mountain too
cuckoo cuckoo
Dongli Academy Joseon’s first Pansori school
Let’s begin.
Earlier, I spoke about the virtues of an opera singer.
What are they?
First is the appearance.
A singer must have a pleasing appearance for the audience.
A favorable appearance entails
plump and reddish lips,
a prominent nose and big and round eyes
like those of a bull.
The most important feature is the eyebrows.
The brows must be dark like charcoal.
The second virtue is eloquence.
It’s about having a good understanding of your story.
Why did Cheong throw herself in the sea?
Why was the turtle tricked by the rabbit...
A singer must know what he's singing about,
not just move his lips.
Let me ask you a question.
Chunhyang is a daughter of a gisaeng, an entertainer,
which makes her an entertainer, too.
But she dared refuse to serve the magistrate.
Forsaking her duty as a gisaeng,
why did she remain faithful to her lover?
I wonder...
Why did she do that?
Why am I this way?
How did I end up in a gisaeng house
but not become a gisaeng?
The most important thing for a singer is his voice.
Then what’s the most important thing in Pansori?
It’s the acting.
Acting...
Now.
You have your stage. What will you unfold?
Your voice.
How? By moving.
All you have to depend on is your fan.
It becomes a staff for the Blind Father
and a hacksaw when Heungbo splits the gourd.
Every flick of your finger, every little move,
every step you take
makes people laugh and cry. That’s Pansori.
You must truly own it.
Who on this stage? I, on stage...
become the Good and the Bad Brother.
The Foolish Turtle and the Tricker Rabbit!
The Lustful Magistrate and Beautiful Chunhyang.
I become the Lover and Mother.
I become the Blind Father
and splash!
Become the Devoted Daughter, Cheong.
In the boundless expanse of water
she floats like a seagull
then plunges into the water
Her hair is unkempt like a virgin ghost
On the cold floor of the quiet cell
All she thinks of is her lover
I miss him...
Sir.
What is it?
The song...
Its sound...
I love how it sounds.
Is that right?
What song is that?
It’s called ‘Unkempt Hair.’
‘Unkempt Hair’...
It sounds sad
painful
and yet, beautiful.
How come it sounded
sad, painful and beautiful at the same time?
It’s sad as though someone’s crying all night
and painful as though having a knot in your throat.
So, when you finally decide to dry the tears
the tears turn into dew drops
and fall.
Drip.
It’s beautiful like the sound of dew drops falling.
Sir.
I want to sing.
I’m going to become a singer.
You can’t.
But why...
Why can’t I?
There is law even to singing.
Like a man cannot wear a skirt, a girl cannot be a singer.
But why can’t a girl be a singer? I have a throat, too.
You have no strength in the gut.
So, the rabbit scrambles out
finally making it onto dry land.
He tricks his way out of death.
Who is this Rabbit?
It’s the commoners.
The good people who have no food to eat.
Who’s the Dragon King?
It’s the magistrate that extorts from poor people.
The magistrate is a greedy bastard!
You look like a nobleman.
You bark well for a nobleman.
I’m pretending to be a dog, not a man.
You call that ‘acting’ in opera?
How do you know about opera?
Who are you?
I’m just a wandering soul traveling the country.
My name is ‘Seokpa’ LEE Ha-eung.
The third son of the King Predecessor
and 8th descendant of Inpyeong the Great!
I shall pay my sins with death for not recognizing you.
I’m no king of this country nor a court official
but a humble countryman.
But you’re a royal blood.
There are eyes watching. Let’s just drink casually.
But, my lord!
I mean Mr. Seokpa.
That’s better.
I only ever wanted one thing in life.
To achieve fame and prestige.
Fame and prestige...
I completed the Seven Chinese Classics by the age of seven.
But what good is that?
Being a low-born, all I can hope to become
is a low-rank magistrate’s assistance.
Why singing though?
Because it doesn’t belong to the rotten aristocrats.
It’s the story about low-borns like myself.
I wanted to tell these stories to the common people.
I wanted to console them.
That’s a way of achieving fame and prestige.
Look at this world we’re living in.
The corrupt ruling class is killing commoners.
No matter how hard I sing,
it’ll never get through to the rotten noblemen.
At least you’re not a living corpse like myself.
Andong Kim Clan are constantly watching me.
Spying on me to make sure that I’m not building power,
that I’m not conspiring to put my son on the throne.
If I show even a hint, they won’t hesitate to take my head.
My lord,
you must stay strong.
You understand the sufferings of the people better than anyone.
You are the only hope
who can restore order in this country
You have a sharp gaze for a drunk man.
I don’t get drunk easily.
I only pretended to be drunk to help you ease up.
You fooled me!
With your acting.
Forgive my rudeness, sir.
Don’t worry about it. It was fun.
I guess for you and I,
acting is the only way to endure life in this country.
Then maybe one day we’ll see a good time.
Let’s meet again when the good time comes.
Father.
1864, Prince Daewon seizes power
Prince Daewon, that rotten bastard!
Couldn’t he just enjoy life quietly as the king’s father?
Reform? Reform!
The hell with the damn reforms!
Every time he tries something the living cost shoots up.
‘The people is the root of this country.’
‘It’s for the good of this country.’
The hell with him!
There is no hope for this country.
The hell with fate.
In this mountain
cuckoo cuckoo
In that mountain too
cuckoo cuckoo
You’re in.
Where are we going?
To perform. What else?
Don’t be stupid.
We’re going to a banquet to fill our stomachs.
Weren’t we going to the market place?
What market place?
An opportunity for free food and drinks. That’s all.
I shall abandon these boats
and make myself a new one with pine tree...
It’s a song about a scholar reciting poem by the lake.
Full of class and grace!
What use is Pansori to lowly commoners
who can’t truly appreciate the art?
Isn’t that right, Dongli?
Yes, my lord.
Who is that man?
He’s the leader of a lowly jester troupe in the market.
I’m acting as their patron paying a few coins.
On the cold floor of the quiet cell
All she thinks of is her lover
Sir.
It’s you again.
How come you don’t perform in the market any more?
How come you drink your days away with noblemen?
How dare you talk that way with me?
Your eyes are mirky
like rotten water.
This is not like you.
You said Pansori is about making people laugh and cry.
But if this is what Pansori is about,
I quit even if you begged me!
Excuse me.
What does it say?
Nakseong Competition.
Nakseong Competition...
An opportunity has come for us.
Over the years, Prince Daewon has carried out various reforms.
Making a total mess of the world.
A period of transition.
Prince Daewon is hosting a singing competition
to celebrate the reconstruction of the palace.
He is looking for a new voice befitting the new era.
Does that mean we’ll perform in Seoul?
Possibly become royal jesters?
If you win this competition,
you’ll never have to worry about starving.
You will gain fame and prestige.
But it’s preposterous with your current standard.
We must show a new sound.
And that is...
Gay with wine, Mongryong teases Chunhyang with a love song.
I gave you a piggyback ride. Now you must return the favor.
That’s right!
You carried me because I’m light.
But how can I carry you? You’re too heavy.
O my dear lover
Stop.
What the hell is this?
We’re dividing the singing parts
so that singers can play different characters.
How curious!
But what for?
This new style will catch Prince Daewon’s attention.
I’m quite certain of it.
That competition you told me about?
But what about the May Festival?
I’m thinking of showcasing the new style for the festival.
I see.
Wouldn’t ‘The Song of Red Cliff’ be more suitable?
If you think about the competition, ‘The Song of Chunhyang’ is the best.
Prince Daewon loves the story of Sim Cheong and Chunhyang.
And how do you know this?
I had the privilege of meeting the prince once.
He told me this himself.
Just do what you’re told.
Forget about singing vulgar songs of the low-borns.
Singing belongs to the low-borns originally.
Noblemen like yourself who recite poems
can never truly understand.
Please forgive my carelessness.
A pox on you!
We’re leaving.
Gil-jung, you may stay.
I still need someone to sing ‘Red Cliff’ to the magistrate.
Come with me.
You shouldn’t have made the star performer play a girl.
Everyone left.
They only stayed because of food and lodging.
Now that we lost our patron, who would stick around?
I didn’t think of you as the loyal type.
I have no place to go. That’s all.
It’s the same for me.
Master.
Shouldn’t we prepare for the May Festival?
We won’t have a chance at winning,
but we must somehow enter the festival in the school’s name
if we want to find another patron.
If we do nothing, that’ll be the end for us.
Let’s do the roll call Is Delicate Chowol here?
I’m here.
What about Clever Chebong?
I don’t want to be Chebong.
Who do you want to be then?
I’m Chunhyang, my lord.
Fine by me. Come here, Chunhyang.
A pox on you!
Her hair is unkempt like a virgin ghost
On the cold floor of the quiet prison cell
All she thinks about is her lover
Master!
Master! Sir!
You’re passed out drunk?
Sir.
Master!
Goddammit!
Where are you taking me?
To the festival. We’re already late.
What for?
You wanted to enter in our school’s name.
Huh?
It’s over.
No, it’s not.
We’ll put on the performance with the remaining men.
But we have no Chunhyang.
That’s no excuse.
I’ll be Chunhyang, damn it!
I’m only joking. I only thought about it.
There was a trainee called Chae-seok who quit recently.
He came back begging to take him back.
I heard his singing.
He’s not bad.
He has a pretty high range.
He could well play Chunhyang.
Is he coming or not?
Wait here.
When I call out “Chunhyang!” that’s your cue.
Just do as we practiced, alright?
Is it funny that I tripped?
Laugh if it’s funny.
It’s scary how fast rumors spread.
I heard a rumor that Dongli Academy shut down.
Who said that? We’re right here.
Wanna hear it?
Go on.
Let’s hear it, then.
Here, here.
Okay, listen up!
Prick up your ears and listen hard.
Bangja! I’m talking to you.
Yes, my lord!
Hey!
I said it cannot be done.
I know
that a girl can’t be a singer.
And?
But how is a man any better than a woman?
My father was so honorable a man
that he ran out on my mom as soon as she conceived me.
My mom did everything she could
to put food in my mouth.
She died trying to keep me alive.
Born into this world as a girl, I should be prepared
to sell my body or soul to stay alive.
But all I want is to sing.
That’s the only thing I want in life.
It’s no use to cry. Leave at once.
You told me to cry all I want.
I’ll be laughing before I know it.
You told me that.
That day,
I heard singing
I cried
and I laughed.
I just wanted to sing
for people to hear.
For my mom to hear.
Chunhyang!
I want them to hear me
just this once.
Chunhyang!
Bangja, you wretch! What are you shouting for?
I almost fell off the swing.
How can your master who arrived yesterday ask for me?
Unless you told him everything about me
that my name is Chunhyang
and that I am a gisaeng’s daughter.
Like a little tattletale, you laid me bare in front of him.
Chunhyang pretends to sulk.
Gay with wine, Mongryong
teases Chunhyang with a love song.
Come here Let me give you a piggyback ride
Love love O my love
Love O love You’re my lover
Hey, Chunhyang!
I gave you a piggyback ride. Now it’s my turn.
You could carry me because I’m light.
But how can I carry you? You’re too heavy.
Chunhyang is not so shy anymore.
Playfully, she carries Mongryong on her back.
O my dear lover
Love love love
Love O my dear lover
Carrying you on my back,
the word happiness escapes from my mouth
A peony blossom...
Come here Let me give you a piggyback ride
Love love O my lover
Love love, you’re my lover
Indeed, you are my love
You’re perhaps my love
Three!
Four!
How dare you disrupt orders
by making a girl sing in public?
Master said to me
that we’ll train in the mountain and go to the capital.
We’ll put up a performance that’ll make everyone laugh and cry.
And that’s how became
my master’s disciple.
She had a dream and in that dream
an angel descended from heaven and gave her a peach blossom.
A peach blossom is the scent of spring
So, she named her baby ‘Chunhyang.’
‘Dohwa’ is a peach blossom, isn’t it?
Peach and plum blossoms together are called ‘Dorihwa.’
‘Dorihwa’... What a pretty name!
Chunhyang is the scent of spring, the scent of blossoms.
Scent of peach and plum blossoms!
What’s with that silly smile?
Continue.
It was then!
After Chunhyang and Mongryong made love,
Mongryong pledges love for life after death.
When we die, you shall become a flower and I, a butterfly.
That’s how it will be.
No, my darling. I don’t want to.
A butterfly will visit a new flower
I don’t want to become a flower.
Chunhyang wouldn’t sound so dull.
Try again.
No, my darling. I don’t want to.
A butterfly will visit a new flower.
I don’t want to become a flower.
No, my darling. I don’t want to.
A butterfly will visit a new flower.
I don’t want to become a flower.
Again.
No, my darling. I don’t want to.
A butterfly will visit a new flower.
I don’t want to become a flower.
Again, from the top.
Stop fidgeting.
Does she look like a man?
She’ll need more.
For crying out loud!
What about now?
More hair.
Damn it!
How come none of you have a beard?
Why did a girl want to sing in the first place?
O my dear lover
Love love love
Emotion! Emotion!
You must put your emotion.
This is a love song.
Have you never been in love?
Ever?
No.
Alas, you haven’t truly lived.
I don’t know what love is.
Love is...
It’s a tough affair.
It makes you sweat like a pig and it hurts so much.
But at the same time, you feel so excited and weird...
Like the dog in heat.
- How dare you interrupt me? - It’s something you can’t help.
Is it love even if it’s one-sided?
If you felt something, then it’s love.
Again from the top.
O my dear lover
Love love love
Love, O my dear lover
Love love O my love
Love love, you’re my lover
Indeed, you’re my love
You’re perhaps my love
Are you still living in a gisaeng house?
Sorry?
Chunhyang would never display such a cheap smile.
Strength in the gut!
Penetrate the waterfall with your voice!
Penetrate it!
Wrap it tightly around.
It’ll open up the sound.
Tighten your stomach! Harder!
Now it’s about the size of a needle hole.
Don’t let it escape. Open up the sound.
Open up.
Open it up!
Harder!
A little more.
Open it up!
Master.
Voice is like water in a well.
You can draw one bucket or even ten bucketsful.
But women by nature have small bodies.
I wonder if she has even a half a bucket.
We should send her back to the village.
What are you doing, master?
Chae-sun is sick.
Nothing cures the singing sickness
like the shit water.
It’s your medicine. Go ahead and finish it.
We gotta hurry back and cook this meat for Chae-sun.
Master must be waiting for us, too.
What are you doing in there?
Let’s have this drink together.
What do you want from me?
Just like the dog in heat.
He can’t help himself.
What’s delaying them?
Master.
I think I understand now
why Chunhyang
remained faithful to her lover.
Why she waited for him
despite being a lowly gisaeng.
She had
a special someone
in her heart.
Holding a torch for someone
is like keeping a flower in your heart.
A pretty flower
like a peach blossom.
I want to be
your peach blossom, master.
Chae-sun...
Flower is all about scent.
How can you keep a flower with no scent close to you?
Maybe I’ll go
I’ll follow my love to where he’s headed
Her hair is unkempt
Do you know where the competition venue is?
The singing competition venue?
Excuse me? Hello?
A pox on you, city rats!
Just keep going.
Clear away.
It’s the Jesuits.
Prince Daewon treats them without mercy.
Master, when I was still a robust young man,
I traveled all the way to Hamheung for the famous buckwheat noodle.
At first, I thought how special can a noodle be?
But a friend kept saying that it’s a taste to die for.
So, I set out on a journey to taste the noodle for myself.
But like the saying, ‘never hearing back from Hamheung,’
It’s a hell of a way.
I almost died walking when I finally arrived.
But alas!
I forgot to bring the money for the noodle.
I realized that I only brought my curious heart with me.
This feels a lot like that time.
At first, I thought it wasn’t a bad idea
for a girl to sing.
But now that we’re finally here,
I’m having more doubts about this.
Prince Daewon has the finest ear for singing.
He will give Chae-sun a chance.
Heungbo is delighted and pleased He empties out the chest
Only to open the chest and find it full again
He pours rice and money out and closes the chest
He shakes things out and the chest is refilled
Hurrah, this is fantastic!
All year round...
Turtle is delighted to see a rabbit
“Isn’t that a bunny rabbit standing there?”
A bunny bunny
bunny rabbit
Fail
My name is KIM Se-jong from Gochang.
SONG Chil-seong.
GOH Yong-bok.
JIN Chae-seok...
This is JIN Chae-seok from Gochang.
He has a frog in his throat. He must refrain from speaking.
Lift your head.
You look like a woman.
I got that a lot from when I was young.
But who in his right mind would dare try that?
What’s this bulge down here then?
You’re welcome to come and feel it.
That way you’ll know for sure.
Why would I want to do such thing?
I’ll feel it.
Long time no see, Master Dongli.
Who are you?
I’m the great grandson of the former governor OH Guk-seo.
My name is OH Du-seok from Gochang.
Look at this little bitch.
You’re even wearing a beard.
Did you really become a man?
We’ll see for ourselves if you remove your coat.
Why don’t you take it off?
What?
You don’t want to?
Then, I’ll feel it for myself.
What do you think you’re doing?
Please stop.
You damned low-born!
All because of me...
Don’t blame yourself. It’s for the best.
If we made it to the finals, we’d’ve been killed for sure.
That jerk saved our lives.
Abolishment of private academies
is shaking the root of Confucian country order.
Revoke the edict, Your Highness!
Take heed, Your Highness!
If you noble sirs will continue coming here day and night,
it creates a problem for us.
I’m here to see the prince.
I have lyrics to present to the King Father.
Please let me have an audience.
You look like a man of common status.
How dare you disturb peace here?
Let me have an audience.
Prince Daewon!
Your Highness!
What’s he doing?
Your Highness!
Long time, Master Dongli.
How could I forget you?
Your grace is immeasurable.
What brings you here?
Tell me. You must have a reason for wanting to see me.
It’s about the singing competition.
Forgive me for saying this
but one of my singers failed
to go through the preliminary stage.
So, I bear the shame
to ask a favor of Your Highness.
To achieve fame and prestige.
You came to ask a favor for your success and prestige?
It’s not for my own sake.
But it is for my disciple’s.
My disciple
is different from any singers I have seen to this day.
Her voice moves people.
But
she is a girl.
By fate, she is not allowed to sing.
If Your Highness will show grace,
I beg Your Highness’ fine ear
to give her singing a chance.
That’s noble.
Like love, peace and equality.
Virtues like that.
It’s like the Catholic doctrine.
Sir, what are you accusing me of?
So, you are Jesus and that girl is Peter.
I heard...
that Jesus was nailed to the cross.
Master!
Se-jong.
Are you trying to kill me?
Master!
Why the heck are you batting me?
Hey!
You gotta at least tell me why you’re taking him.
He’s known nothing other than singing all his life.
You gotta tell me
what crime he’s charged with.
Why won’t you tell us?
Please!
I beg of you! Stop.
No king in history has managed to restore the dignity of the court
like you have, Your Highness.
Congratulations on reconstruction of the palace.
I would make wine with elixir plant
Fill Ten Thousand Year Cup with it
to wish you...
Stop.
Your ‘Song to offer wine’ is different from others.
I’m not a gisaeng.
It’s you.
You’re that girl.
Please spare my master’s life.
Do you want my words?
Yes, Your Highness.
Sing me a verse.
Listen to me, good sailors!
When you make a lot of money
and return home to my country,
please console my teacher.
Don’t worry about that.
Hurry up and jump in the water.
Look at Sim Cheong!
She closes her star-like eyes, covers her face with her skirt
and dashes toward the bow
In the vast expanse of water,
she floats like a seagull
and goes in the water
Dongli SHIN Jae-hyo...
when I met your teacher a long time ago
he had a strong spirit and integrity.
I was so disappointed to see him ask personal favors
so, I was going to kill him.
I have never seen a girl
perform Pansori before.
I will give you my words.
Your grace is immeasurable.
On the one condition.
You must lay a wager with me.
I am actually giving you a chance.
You must win the grand prize at the singing competition.
That way, you’ll get an approval from the king and many others.
If you succeed,
you’ll become the first female master performer in history.
Your teacher will also
achieve fame and prestige that he longed for so long.
But if you fail,
that would be betraying my kindness
for which you will both pay with death.
Peach blossom is the scent of spring.
‘Chun’ as in spring
and ‘hyang’ as in...
So, ‘Chun’ as in spring, ‘Hyang’ as in scent,
the girl was named ‘Chunhyang.’
Being born a girl
without two dangling balls, life is hard.
So hard for her to sing.
If she had know this,
she’d have wrestled with the Birth Goddess
and persist not to be born.
Life is so tough and sad.
She sees no end to the mirky cloud
but only sees a long and winding road before her.
But
what can she do that she is thrown into this world.
Let her at least pour out her heart in the song.
Peach blossom is the scent of spring.
‘Chun’ as in spring, and ‘Hyang’ as in scent,
the girl was named ‘Chunhyang.’
Scent is love.
Chunhyang sings a love song as though carried by the wind.
Come here Let me give you a piggyback ride
O my dear lover
Love love, you’re my lover
Indeed, you’re my love
You’re perhaps my love
What will you eat?
I will cut the top off a watermelon,
pour good honey on it, remove the seeds,
scoop a big spoonful of its red flesh
with a bit of juice?
No, I don’t want that
Then, what would you eat?
Do you want some cherries or grapes?
I don’t want any of that
Suit yourself then.
I should’ve eaten the fruits when he offered.
Now my love is a long way away.
Chunhyang spends her days alone in her chamber.
Time passes so fast.
One day, two days, a month and a year,
time goes quickly, rushedly, and unknowingly
Spring comes, summer comes, autumn comes, and winter comes
It's already passed, so far, forever and in tears
O Chae-sun!
While Chunhyang spends her time in tears,
a man called Byeon is appointed a new magistrate.
He is greedy, covetous and lustful.
He hears the rumor about Chunhyang’s exquisite beauty.
You shall serve me.
I cannot do that, my lord.
For my feelings are different from yours.
Flog her hard!
How can my devotion for my lover change?
I wait for him night and day with no hope of forgetting him.
Locked up in prison, in deep sorrow
Chunhyang looks up at the dark sky
and sobs quietly.
Her hair is unkempt
like a virgin ghost
On the cold floor
of the quiet prison cell
So sad!
All she thinks about is her lover
So painful!
I miss him, I miss him
I miss my love in Seoul
So beautiful!
After parting with my sweetheart
I haven’t received a letter from him
Oh dear...
Tell me I’m not dreaming.
Didn’t you play Chunhyang’s lover?
You’re quite right. It was me.
How can you sing so well?
My heart almost melted.
I’m a big admirer.
They treat us differently after Chae-sun won.
It wasn’t just her victory. We won the prize as academy.
Isn’t that right?
Your disciple’s performance was
a great comfort to the people who worked on the reconstruction.
Your Highness is too gracious.
Tell me what it is that you want.
Acquire an aristocratic status? A post in the government?
Your grace is immeasurable.
The girl you brought here
seemed a part like Chunhyang
and a part like Sim Cheong.
She still has a long way to go.
You were right about her. She is special.
And she pleases me.
I think I’ll keep her at my side.
Does that trouble you?
Your Highness...
I understand she is a precious child to you.
You won’t be happy leaving your beloved disciple behind.
Is my master here?
Or...
Are you her lover?
I asked you if you were her lover.
Sir.
As a man, I am no account
like a withered branch.
Then, I met her.
She came to me wanting to come into a full bloom.
The child, that flower, is
only a blossom that has just started producing scent.
But one day, she’ll become fully fragrant.
I don’t want a nobleman status or a government post.
All I want is to be with this flower
when she comes into full bloom.
How could I...
how could I send her to you?
Dongli,
your acting skills haven’t faltered at all.
What...
Wasn’t that acting?
I’m a singer.
I’m not a gisaeng.
I shall get going.
If you leave now
your master will not be spared.
Master...
I wouldn’t want to have to kill her.
Master...
Master.
Master...
Congratulations, madam.
I’m so happy that King Father takes to you
and treats you generously.
I wish you all the happiness and health
so that you can...
so that you can sing to your heart’s content
as you always ever wished.
I shall get going now.
Master...
Master,
when I first met you
and heard Pansori for the first time
I promised myself that I would live like Sim Cheong.
Like Cheong who gained everything
by giving up her life.
When I started growing feelings for you,
I wanted to live like Chunhyang.
Like Chunhyang who gave her heart
to just one man.
Chunhyang loved and was separated from her lover.
Then, she waited.
She waited for the day to be reunited.
This is a royal command for SHIN Jae-hyo.
In the 6th year of Dongchi,
I bestow upon SHIN the title of the second rank officer.
I miss you.
I wonder how you are.
My heart feels heavy
because you never write back.
Her hair is unkempt like a virgin ghost
On the cold floor of the quiet prison cell
I miss him, I miss him so much
Master!
You told me
that you wanted to become a peach blossom.
Indeed, you are a flower. You’re the sound of a flower.
I wish I could hear you again.
Let’s go see the peach blossoms
The song of peach blossom Let’s go see the peach blossoms
After twenty four winds
all kinds of flowers are blooming
Let’s go see the peach blossoms
You will become dirt. So will I.
For that, I cannot waste time.
Tell the magistrate that my soul will fly high in the sky
and meet my lover, Mongryong.
1873, Prince Daewon falls from power Go and tell him like that.
1873, Prince Daewon falls from power
From a mere blossom
you have come into full bloom.
Go.
I have no strength to stop you.
Dongli SHIN Jae-hyo (1812 - 1884)
was a Pansori producer and a vocal trainer.
He produced many great singers through his Pansori academy
and organized the six stories of Pansori.
SHIN’s disciple JIN Chae-sun (1847 - ?)
performed at the Nakseong royal singing competition
and became Joseon’s first female master singer.
She lived as Prince Daewon’s designated gisaeng.
Little is known about her later life.
RYU Seung-ryong
BAE Su-zy
SONG Sae-byuk
KIM Nam-gil Subtitles End: mo.dbxdb.com