Whistling Away the Dark 어둠속의 휘파람 Often I think this sad old world is whistling in the dark. Just like a child, who, late from school walks bravely home through the park. To keep their spirits soaring and keep the night at bay. Neither quite knowing which way they are going, they sing the shadows away. Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good. and then I see a brand ne..