The next page is unknown. A hobby of swimming in a black hole Drawing darkness, and drawing it again, I build my own house
I’m not confident to swim in a pitch-black house Unable to step outside amidst splashing tears The courage to draw a window in a house that only looks at me I don’t want to put on a bandage, so I refine it slowly
Even festering wounds are okay. Perhaps blue dandelions will bloom With a heart that wants to fly, the seeds dance, and I think I want to dance with them I don’t need to hide every time I burst into tears. My big habit, my other destination
Listen, this is the love I found. Our page that couldn’t be punctuated Practicing to gently caress the sight of crying like a child. Practicing to love as much as I hate.
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Translation:
The next page is unknown. A hobby of swimming in a black hole Drawing darkness, and drawing it again, I build my own house
I’m not confident to swim in a pitch-black house Unable to step outside amidst splashing tears The courage to draw a window in a house that only looks at me I don’t want to put on a bandage, so I refine it slowly
Even festering wounds are okay. Perhaps blue dandelions will bloom With a heart that wants to fly, the seeds dance, and I think I want to dance with them I don’t need to hide every time I burst into tears. My big habit, my other destination
Listen, this is the love I found. Our page that couldn’t be punctuated Practicing to gently caress the sight of crying like a child. Practicing to love as much as I hate.
💌 From the story of JOY, with writer JeongEun Cha