“Look there.” Ahyoung pointed toward the northern sky. “Polaris.”
Jjong looked up. “The constant north star, one of man’s most dependable guides.”
“Polaris will be waiting for us there when we are old and have experienced a lifetime of joys and regrets,” Ahyoung said, a wistful note in her voice. Jjong turned his head, "Promise me we will see 'our' Polaris again someday when im back here?"

"약속 (yagsog)?" she smiles pointed her pinky finger to him.