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Early morning, a poor woman clutching the body of her child who died of hunger wails as she walks through the slum Look, thereās a witch!
Villagers whoāve realized the rich bought all the good bread pound the castle gates with sticks and rakes Look, thereās a riot!
After gathering and devouring all the beans in the field the hungry people break into the granaries of the rich Look, thereās a wolf!
The meek who work and worry, toil and cry The ones who cannot laugh as they like Theyāve begun running Look, thereās a heretic!
The cityās gates are locked tight, outside it are the people The cityās gates are locked tight, outside it are the people
All of my friends are poor Think about this poverty for once Soon, itāll have to do with you too This land must be shaken awake All of my friends are poor Think about this poverty for once Soon, itāll have to do with you too This land must be shaken awake We are not worthless We are just the ones who bake your bread Make your wine and drink the dregs We cannot watch our children starve There is A Witch There is A Riot There is A Heretic There is A Wolf
This world is home to some important things and Iām well aware that doesnāt mean my stories I have questions, of course, and lots I want to know But I wonāt ask, Iāve been taught not to I donāt want to look at myself or meet me halfway but I do feel sorry for myself, for sure, Iām pathetic When I look in the mirror I avoid looking at my face I just watch my toes wiggle, thatās how Iāve been living
Thatās right, I donāt have anything to say Donāt want to listen to you or your advice Please stop, no more, I donāt have anything else to say Thatās how itās been, how Iāll continue to be
Thatās right, Iām telling you I donāt want to I remember almost everyone Iāve met but there are lots of people I want to, had to forget More and more places I canāt step foot in, Iām getting used to it But why do you keep trying to strike up a conversation Why do you keep, why keep telling me to talk Please stop, no more, enough
Thatās right, weāre still here Thinking and thinking and thinking still
Thatās right, youād be curious about that sort of thing What kind of stories get passed down in this world I bet youāre wondering what to say Wondering what kind of stories can be shared
Thatās right, questions are where we begin Who told you so and why did you listen Thatās right, that will become your story All the morsels and places and yearnings youāve lived through Your stories will be heard again and again They had to be, theyāll continue to be
Thatās right, youāre telling me you donāt want to That your stories are worthless and trifling That you donāt have anyone at your side, itās the story of your life Thatās right, you have to share those stories To experience those stories being shared and heard If you could meet yourself tomorrow How would you start the conversation?
Thatās right, weāre still here Thinking and thinking and thinking some more
Iām not sure what use this has, what meaning But people say they enjoyed it, they felt joy, they shed tears āIāve been listening to youā is how they say hello Even if we havenāt met, donāt meet, or itās our first time meeting āIāve been listening to youā
Have you been listening? When do you listen, for what reason? And who do you become in those moments? Are you listening? To this song thatās nothing but questions [Do you want to listen again? When will you listen, for what reason? And who will you become in those moments?
The emperor of the sea is gravely ill and canāt find a cure My friend Haemi recently got laparoscopic surgery And the emperor is told rabbit liver is his only hope Yuriās dog Dahm fully recovered from cancer At the emperorās behest, the turtle sets out to catch a rabbit And Handa whoās been all over the world snores beside me My good Sir Rabbit, itās an honor to meet you How have you been, very well I assume Sir Turtle, I am puzzled by your assumption All my life Iāve been running or hiding, heart racing from fear Deep into the ocean the rabbit travels with the turtle And to the emperor awaiting its liver, it cleverly says Noona*, I wanna have fun before I have to go to the military Oh my, I wouldāve brought my liver if youād told me in advance
Some chase down the good life, some chase after love Iām well aware, Iām listening, I remember and know by heart Meaningful stories, I want to listen to and share Iāve been listening to you, Iām listening, Iām all ears [Iām not sure what use this has, what meaning But people say they enjoyed it, they felt joy, they shed tears] āIāve been listening to youā is how they say hello Have you been listening, listening closely, all ears Iām all ears for you
- Noona: The way a younger brother or male friend addresses an older sister or female friend.
Again, we burst into tears as if someone had died At the Incheon Airport, and at Narita too So much for promising to be strong The whole way back, I couldnāt stop When will we meet again Since nothing is promised Today might be our last, so
My dear friends Letās die together all at once Before our time comes Letās beat fate to the finish
My time goes by And the way that time keeps going This generation too is passing After itās all been said and done Will you get angry then? After itās all been said and done Will you weep in sorrow then?
If we die all at once, thereās No need to work No need for money No need to cry No need to say goodbye No need to meet No need to write letters No need to send emails or read them either No need to hang ourselves No need to burn No need to drown No need to slit our wrists or swallow too many pills all at the same time āCause weāll meet utter destruction in one fell swoop Ah, how sweet Ah, how clean
I ate some pang I ate some pang and had some left over I drew the leftover pang Sat there looking at the drawing It was the only thing The best thing Iād seen all day The only thing I could say was good
Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang Nothing but the pang
I ate some pang I ate some pang and drew the pang I hung the pang drawing on the wall Everyone came over to see the pang They looked at the pang as they talked They looked at the pang then went home The pang was sold at a certain price
On my way back I passed the noisy alley where fights break out Passed the bakeries, one after another When I got to the sixth I bought some pang, I picked out some pang At home I took the pang out of my bag The pang was there as is