trans cr. x

• tokyo
  • life is a wave that sometimes you cannot see, and ash is a thing that someday we all should be; when tomorrow comes, how different it’s gonna be? why do love and hate sound just the same to me?
  • i can’t sleep, homesick, babe, i just wanna stay right next to you, if i could choose my dream, i just wanna stay right next to you
• seoul
  • why would it be that your pronunciation is similar to soul? what kind of soul is it that you possess
  • if love and hate are the same words, i love you, Seoul. if love and hate are the same words, i hate you, Seoul
• moonchild
  • we’re born in the moonlight, ain’t no fantasy; can’t breathe in the sunlight, gotta hide your heart
  • we, more than anyone else, need the night scenery; only i, not anyone else, comfort myself, it’s okay to shed the tears, but don’t you tear yourself
  • though you leave, you cannot actually get to leave even once, though you say you want to die, you actually live that much harder, though you say you want to put everything down, you actually carry another weight
  • isn’t a night scenery such a cruel thing? a splendid view unfolded before us that is made up of someone’s thorns, someone else will surely be comforted by looking at your thorns; we are each other’s night scenery, each other’s moon
• badbye
  • kill me kill me softly, shatter me into pieces
• 어긋 (uhgood)
  • being off is such a painful thing, it’s something you don’t know unless you experience it; my ideal and reality–, they are too far apart, but, i still want to cross the bridge, and reach me, the real me
• 지나가 (everythingoes)
  • everyday i pray, that i can be a little better grownup, and everyday i stay, because all humans and all the pains eventually die; we have to face the wind to become numb, nothing can last forever in the dream; instead of those vague words to cheer me up, instead of those lies that this is how it is supposed to be, i pray that it shall pass just like all these winds
• forever rain
  • i wish it rains all day, because i’d like someone to cry for me; i wish it rains all day, because then people would not stare at me, because the umbrella would cover the sad face, because, in the rain, everyone is busy on their own
  • when it rains, i, a bit, feel like i have a friend, it keeps knocking on my windows and asks me how i’m doing, and i answer, i’m still the hostage of life, though it’s not that i’m living because i can’t die, i’m still chained to something