sarang, bulssang han saram nae maeum sogeun ige aninde nae bulhaeng ye baneul, tte eo gagil baraeseo neoye banjjogi dwen geon aninde
oh isesang ye nunmuri da nae jageun nun ga e go ige dwe deora do neo ye nunmul kkaji naega daeshin heullyeo sseumyeon hae
hapil nae saeng ye mit badak eseo nal mannage dwen neoye ureum sori ga gaseumi apa naegen dallae jugo shipeo do jichyeo pyojeongi eodu wo utge haji mot hago ulda jichyeo jamdeun neol nuphyeo
meomchwo itneun nae du soni neoye shigye inde muneojyeo itneun geon naega anin neoye mirae inde wae… jago ireo namyeon dalla jineun neol bol ttaemada han chido jara ji mothan nae hyeonshil man saenggak na
mianhae sucheon suman beoneul mal hago tto mianhae i jobeun bang ye najeun cheon jangi haneul irange naega neoye usan ija biran ge
Goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight, goodnight. Good mornin’.
oh isesang ye nunmuri da nae jageun nun ga e go ige dwe deora do neo ye nunmul kkaji naega daeshin heullyeo sseumyeon hae
Baby I’ll try. eonjen ga neun haeboki dweo julge Try. eonjen ga neun chwego ga dweo julge Try. oneul kkaji neun, mal ppuni jiman girl I’ll try. Baby I’ll try. eonjen ga neun sesangeul da julge Try. andwen damyeon sesangeul bakkulge Try. oneul kkaji neun, mal ppuni jiman girl I’ll try.
Translation:
Oh, even if every tears in the world Were to pool in my small eyes I just wish I could cry for you in your place.
You, whom I encountered at the lowest point of my life and it pains me every time when I see your smile. All I have is feeling of guilt. Was that half of a smile? Perhaps it was the smile that withered from inability to comprehend the world. You claim you’re fine, but I guess that’s only thing the world can offer you. I hate reaching out with these small and empty hands, so that’s why I foolishly have to empty your reached out hands as well. Earlier or slightly later, couldn’t we have met when we had good news? You could’ve stayed somewhere in evergreen forest under the sun, but now you are walking on the same storm-ridden path with me, through the rain. My love. My pitiable love. This isn’t what my heart really wanted. I didn’t become your other half so you could bear half of my misery.
Oh, even if every tears in the world Were to pool in my small eyes I just wish I could cry for you in your place.
You, whom I encountered at the lowest point of my life and it pains my heart every time when I hear your cry. I want to lull you, calm you done, but I’m exhausted. Your face grows too dark to make you laugh. So I just tuck you in, having let you cry yourself to sleep. These two frozen hands of mine is your clock. But rather then myself, it’s your future that has destroyed. Whenever I see you wake up changed, all I can think is the sad reality that I haven’t grown an inch I am sorry. I’ve said those words thousands of times, but once again I’m sorry. The very fact that this low celling is our sky Makes me your umbrella and rain.