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Verse 1)
Boong~((Korean onomatopoeia for floating/drifting)) it feels as if I’m floating by myself
My room is dark, the only thing
that lights up my face is the light of my cell phone
And even that is nothing but a brief blinker
The timeline that I scroll through expressionlessly
is overflowing with the words “Let’s definitely meet up some time”
Like engraving meaningless scribbles into a wall,
those words just brush by meaninglessly
The posts in which I’m tagged
are videos or images with nothing but silly gags
I always reply as if the answer was set
With a few “lol,” I pretend to laugh it off
For an unknown reason, my heart has become worn-out
I hope that someone will recognize me being like this
Worrying over questions without answers makes me feel like a child
so I just lock the screen, like my heart
Chorus: Dalchong)
Boong~ I float upwards like this again
Carried away by bloated loneliness
Koong~((Korean onomatopoeia for falling)) I might end up falling
With the flow of tears that have broken out
Verse 2)
I meet up with friends in a very long time
Because I thought I might feel better when I’m drunk
I half force myself to fill one cup
But my thoughts are too heavy for me to empty it lightly
Familiar jokes, a few cups of anesthetic
On my way back home after leaving that noisy place,
my feelings which had been desensitized thanks to the alcohol
rush in again and I feel sick
After tossing and turning [in bed] by myself,
memories of you that I hoped to have thrown up come to mind
Thanks to my liquid courage, I contact you
Thinking that, like me, you’d also pretend to be fine
Your text that asks if I’m doing good makes me hesitate for a long while
I more or less skillfully fabricate a reply saying that I’m doing good
Yeah, let’s meet some day when we have time
It’s late, alright then, sleep well
Chorus: Dalchong)
Outro)
Since what fills me to the brink is emptiness,
even though I tried to empty myself the emptiness only grew bigger
Not wanting to be alone, I said that I wanted to be alone
It seems like only I cannot be fooled by my lies
Do I feel this sense of alienation, like I’m left alone,
because our universes are different?
(Boong~) As if I didn’t know gravity
I’m drifting by myself through the pitch-black night
