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Verse 1)
As difficult as slicing a seed with an 80m sword
Laughing 3 days ago is a thing of my past
Mr. Mitch Conner
Usually the hands speak
Forgotten wish, condemn it
The past few days just staring at the ceiling
Mother is at the edge as well
Nothing but skin and bones in this room
Alone, the sex is uncertain
What I need is Charlie next to Jack Daniels
My acquaintances, accept when I offer
If you have a thick curtain, becomes night even in the day
But I land on the moon without a curtain
Just hang myself
Really asking what day of the week it is
If I disappear, cry for real
Don’t even think of Dobong District, men, or females
Hook)
Countless concerns, passing compliments
Unspoken apologies, that’s not how it is
Even if I say, even if I say, even if I say, even if I say
Don’t remember
All the things I liked, things I barely gathered
All the things I hate, that’s not how it is
Even if I say, even if I say, even if I say, even if I say
Don’t remember
Verse 2)
Traces come into the spotlight after disappearance
For the sake of simplicity
Disappeared, and can’t find where it went
So added comments to the recognized truth
That’s what those who remain do
The complicated moment before this case
Is generalized as just one statement
Next, traces are left behind
The day that left behind discomfort
Soon forgotten after a month
Black formal wear is the most appropriate
Cut your wrists with your fingernail
Prepare a waterfall for your thirst self
For what? It’s all water
I can’t hate you all
For behaving as if you’re seeing a common rock
Just pretend to remember me
Hook)
Verse 3)
This feeling at 3 in the morning
People I don’t know pick me up
And this feeling of looking at the street lamp
My ears that are deafened more than usual
This feeling on a bed with wheels
The feeling of blood leaving and entering at the same time
All of my precious memories become congested, in front of my eyes
This feeling of going into my coffin
Leave me, behind over there in the middle of the streets
Useless words from the public bathroom come up in my mind
Didn’t cry, but feel like I have
This feeling of being out of breath
This feeling of wanting this beeping sound to flatline
But at the same time, wanting it to get louder