너에게 가고있어
술에게 힘을빌린거지만
시간은 가고있어
추억에 같이젖어버린

담배 하나물고 하늘을바라봐 
사랑은 묻고 이름만가져갈
너에게 달려갈게 안아줄래 (걷다보니)

유난히 니생각에 나 머리가 너무 복잡해
가버린거 알지만 아직나는 초라해
이해못하겠지만 그냥나를좀 안아줘 제발  제발

화가나서 말다툼했었지 철이없이 
오히려 더 못난건 너가 아닌 나였지 yeah
너의 그말 너의 그아픔 너의 그슬픔 yeah
지워버려 yeah 우린어려 yeah

아직해보지 못한게있고
대화는무슨 너는떠났어
차갑기만해 이자리는
차갑기만해

Film

Brighter Things

(Verse 1)

There’s a sadness with no meaning,
No reason I can name.
There’s an emptiness that waits for fill,
For more words and phrases to tame.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

(Verse 2)
I don't know who I am fooling,
I’m not being lazy, not sighing or deep—
I’m not sure that what I am writing
Is something that I want to keep.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase, a part of speech.

(Verse 3)
Should I want someone to see?
Do they want to see more of me?
This stillness wraps too tight for me—
It’s strangling the voice I used to be.

(Bridge)
I am falling, and I’m not fine.
Just slipping past the warning signs.
Not hurt enough to call it sprained—
And too much numb to feel the pain.

(Chorus)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel the spark,
A reason to light the softer parts.
Even the stillness has things to teach—
A turn of phrase or a part of speech.

Is it in my head or under my nose?
I need to think, try to compose.
I'll land a worded beauty—
And write the perfect prose.

There’s still so much waiting to be exposed.

***** Description *****

Blank Paper is a quiet confession, sung in a voice that is warm, weary, and searching. It drifts like smoke around the edges of thought, capturing the ache of a writer staring into silence, waiting for words that refuse to arrive. The verses move with gentle honesty, admitting doubt, fatigue, and the stranglehold of stillness, while the chorus holds onto a fragile hope—that perhaps tomorrow, inspiration will return.

Musically, it belongs to the intimate world of a Norah Jones–style ballad—soft, close, unadorned, the kind of song that feels like it’s being whispered across a kitchen table at midnight. There’s no grand flourish, only the tender persistence of someone who has carried words their whole life, now wrestling with their absence.

The cover reflects this essence: a wavering, glowing page, out of focus, not yet written on—symbolizing both the emptiness and the potential.

At its heart, Blank Paper is less about despair than about vulnerability. It is the sound of being suspended between silence and expression, knowing that even the struggle to write is its own kind of truth.

Blank Paper

Parking Truth

@paco_rabanne

Fly, yeah I wanna fly into the night
난 밤 속으로 날아가고 싶어.
And then I'll fill the sun right in my eyes
햇살로 내 눈을 가득 채운 뒤
Then I will make myself shining so bright
밝게 빛날거야.

Oh Fly, yeah I wanna fly over the night
밤으로 날아가고 싶어.
And I'll be taking what must have been mine
내가 당연히 가져야할 것들을 가진 뒤
Then you will never see me again, again, again, again, again.
아마 돌아오지 않을 거야.

So take a picture with me for the last time
그러니까 나랑 마지막으로 사진을 찍자
So I can dance with you anytime
너와 어디서든 춤출 수 있게 말이야.

Shaking our heads under moonlight shade
달빛의 그림자 안에서 함께 머리를 흔들고
And we'll be staring each other like no one else
누구보다 특별한 눈으로 서로를 바라볼거야.
Taking some time just to feel how each other looks like
남은 시간은 서로가 어떻게 생겼는지 기억하는 데에 보내자

Moonlight Dance

마음을 드려요

우리가 사랑하는 방법 thanxs mingginyu ♥

우리는 서로를 베고 누워 슬프지 않은 이야기를 나눠 우울한 결말 따위는 없어

juheeeee