jeomjeom nappa, jigo shipna bwa sarang hamyeon dalma ganda neun mal cheoreom ireohke haeseo rado neowa jogeum man dalma jigo shipna bwa
nappeuda, sarangeun cham nappeuda sumshwi neun, iyu ga dweo beorin niga nae sumeul mak neun da
Love is so bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) sarangeun alsurok nappa (bad) jil (bad) su (bad) ba (bad) kke (bad), eobtna bwa Love is so bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) sarangeul alge dwemyeon gaseumi appeuge dwae, aneun mankeum nappeuge dwae
annae deon hwaga naneun mal na dabji ga eobtda neun mal “nada unge mwonde?” rago mal hamyeonseo jeolman aneun mal
naega nareul mot bwa, eodum soge angyeo bwado nun gama bwado maeum pyeonhi mot ja bamsae dorok haemae han mogeum jocha jogeum do mot mashideon suri gopa
sum shwimyeon yogi nawa bulsshi ga hwaga dwegi jeonen mot jina ga beoreut cheoreom geojitmal hage dwego sarangeul sarangi raneun ireum euro gwerob hi janha
nappeuda, sarameun cham nappeuda nun tteu neun iyu ga dwe eo beorin niga nae nuneul garinda
Love is so bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) sarangeun alsurok nappa (bad) jil (bad) su (bad) ba (bad) kke (bad), eobtna bwa Love is so bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) sarangeul alge dwemyeon gaseumi appeuge dwae
nappeun neo, boda nappeun geon geureon neoreul ijji mothae mang ga jigo nappa jineun na dareun saram ege nappa jineun na
nappeun neo, boda nappeun geon geureon neoreul ijji mothae mang ga jigo nappa jineun na dareun saram ege nappeun na
nappeuda, cham nappeuda apeuda, cham apeuda What we call love Love is a sickness. Can I get a witness? (Oh) Love is a sickness. Can I get a witness?
nappuda, cham nappeuda apeuda, cham apeuda What we call love Love is a sickness. Can I get a witness? (Oh) Love is a sickness. Love.
Love is so bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) bad (bad) sarangeun alsurok nappa (bad) jil (bad) su (bad) ba (bad) kke (bad), eobtna bwa Love is so bad, bad, bad sarangeul alge dwemyeon gaseumi appeuge dwae
English Translation
They say something has changed. They say I’ve changed. They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.
They say something has changed. They say I’ve changed. They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate. They claim they don’t understand. They tell me I used to be cheerful but now my eyes and tone of my voice lost its light and admits fear.
Unsure whether it’s because of the painful memory but I go on by emptying my heart. Lucid hearts are defective products of this world. That’s why I badly want to taint mine. They tell me that if you love, you start to take after each other; maybe I want to take after you a bit.
Atrocious. Love is atrocious. You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me. Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Love only gets worse as you dig deeper. Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Love only pains as you learn about it. More you know, worse you become.
The words I wouldn’t normally get riled up about: “You don’t seem yourself”. I question, “What is me?” but of course I know only too well. I can’t bear to