pulled in just one glass of soju and felt it living is consecutively awareness and loneliness whether you have many people around you or not the little me inside myself was always lonely why is there no opposite word of loneliness? could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely? even if our surroundings are boisterous, it’s necessary to seek a moment to be alone yeah that’s a life we live inside danger through the reward that makes us able to see this beautiful world flak jackets and streetlamps and sturdy cars until the time that we die perfectly we can’t protect everything from the moment that everything is born life is more beautiful knowing that we’ve taken a loan on death even light is treasured more when there’s darkness the sunshine appears after we’ve passed through the storm life, fall in love life receives injuries from us and is lonely because of the wind and we wanna be right but always wrong were we born to be wrong? is life something like that? (in the end, for our whole lives we don’t know what tomorrow will be) (even if we say we’ll tear this building down, we can’t avoid it) we tryna be bright but always dark we still don’t know if we’ve lived to the extent that we can
the world is one decalcomania the people I thought were on my side can change and become vicious like folding paper, a problem that ends if we go have relationships in a moment he can be sneering at me from the other side it’s just the same, but kid, there’s no need to get mad some parents don’t have children when they stand in front of money we have to set it ablaze, because the world is too cold so nobody can know, rather than doing me at times we’re right, I don’t know if there’ll be a time when it doesn’t seem wrong but the thing that we all learned at some point was how to step on someone, to catch them, to erase them, to hate them fuck all the peace and love, I know that that’s the natural enemy of success that’s too obvious logic follows like a sheep, those quotations becoming audible make me even sadder. so what am I doing, as expected I’m only talking but it’s just a breeze that brushes against someone
life, fall in love life receives injuries from us and is lonely because of the wind and we wanna be right but always wrong were we born to be wrong? is life something like that?
were we born to die, were we born to live were we born to die, were we born to live are we living to die, or are we dying to live the nametag with my name on it, is that my life? or is it death
who knows…
life, fall in love life receives injuries from us and is lonely because of the wind and we wanna be right but always wrong were we born to be wrong? is life something like that? (in the end, for our whole lives we don’t know what tomorrow will be) (even if we say we’ll tear this building down, we can’t avoid it) we tryna be bright but always dark we still don’t know if we’ve lived to the extent that we can