Park Ji Woo (박지우) - 'Whisper' Nevertheless OST Part 3 [알고있지만, OST Part 3]

Chan - 바이닐스토어 (Vinyl Store)

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네가 쏟은 커피 자국이
남아 있는 소파에 앉아 있어
같이 가자던 낮은 속삭임
그 작은 말투에 들떠버렸네
여백이 없는 이 마음은
장마를 견디지 못한 채로
언제나처럼 울먹이며
보고 싶어 해
내 무릎 베고 쉬는 너의
갈색 머리를 따라 나를 볼 때
타고 흘러 내 온몸에 물들어
너를 위한 노래들은
어디로 흘러가버릴까
잠깐 한날 유행가로 남아 있을까
장미를 쥐고 널 보러 간 날
넌 나오지 않았듯이

RIO - 장미 유행가 (The Rose Song)

빈센트블루 (Vincent Blue) - 눈이와 (It's Snowing)

RIO(리오) – 알고있지만 (Drama ver.)

장미 유행가 - 리오

리오 (RIO) - New Boots

RIO (리오) - Sweetbitter

Den fria fågelsången
är mässa eller psalm.
Och vind i lövträdskrona är
en klockas vigda malm.
Och denna ödekyrka
är icke död: jag vet
att här församlas åter
andäktig menighet.
Här rastade en rolös man,
en vandrande poet.

Just outside Oskarshamn, skies all soup and sage,
Us tucked in tight by the log-burn page.
She flips to the troll bit, all spark and bold,
Says, “What’s a Bjäru, Dad?” — and the tea goes cold.
I say, “It’s trouble, that’s what — but cheeky kind,”
She grins, “Bet I’d beat it, with pedals and time.”

BnB with a wobble floor, kettle screamed like banshees roar,
Windows whistled like wind held breath,
And she asked if trolls can fake their death.
Book on her lap like a magic door,
Told her of milk-thieves, and curses of yore.
Three Thursdays in the graveyard night,
Keyhole whispers, no Holy Light.
She laughed, “Too spooky, let’s pack our bags,”
And made her plushie wear rucksack tags.
I said, “Tomorrow, we ferry to stone,
Where cobbles sing and history’s grown.”
She asked, “Will they have chips in Visby town?”
I said, “They’ll crown you Queen with gingerbread crown.”

Morning clattered like cutlery fight,
We missed one sock but caught the light.
Boarded that ferry like knights on leave,
Wind wrote scrolls in her tangled sleeve.
Seagulls barked and the coffee was vile,
But she made faces and danced a mile.
Visby rose like a dream unrolled,
Ramparts kissed with moss and mould.
Rented a bike with a squeaky bell,
Wobbled past churches where ghosts still dwell.
She said, “If Grandma rode here too —
D’you think her feet made these flowers bloom?”

Byssan lull, tre vindar blåser
Mellan Martebo, vinden och SMHI prognoser
Du är mitt hjärta, mitt hav och min jord
Nattens stjärnor viskar ditt ord.

Bumped down tracks where the berries hide,
She spotted a hare and nearly cried.
“Look Dad, a rune!” — it was chewing gum,
But we chalked the moment with reverent thumbs.
In Martebo fields we looked for the light,
But saw only dusk — still felt just right.
Told her the tale of the glowing maid,
With eyes like storms and whispers made.
She said, “If she sees us, should we wave?”
I said, “Best not — or she’ll nick your braid.”
We raced to Gothem with wheels like wings,
She hummed old hymns like forgotten things.

At last we pitched by a sheepfold’s edge,
Tent half-wonky on daisy hedge.
She set her shell on the sleeping bag seam,
Said, “For Mum, if she visits my dream.”
I bit my tongue, heart full to brim,
And zipped us in ‘neath stars gone dim.
Wind spoke soft like lullabies sung,
She curled to me with her laugh still young.
I traced the moonlight on her nose,
Whispered, “Little one, the cosmos knows.”
No trolls tonight, no cursed lament,
Just sea-song ghosts, and love well spent.

Some letters ain’t meant for paper, love —
They’re scrawled in sea foam and muddy shoes,
Left in teacup echoes and croissant crumbs,
Right there, where memory brews.

Byssan lull, tre stjärnor glöder
Valmo vid vägen, viden från Söder
Du är min visa, mitt hjärta, håller din hand
Ser dig i drömmen på en klarvit strand.

Stupad i strid eller seglad i kvav,
borta blev drotten, besjungen.
Sakta en susning från bragdernas hav
drar genom drömmande dungen.

The Martebo Light

그 여름밤 - 샘김

죠지 george 하루종일(all day)

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RIO(리오) – 알고있지만 (Drama ver.)

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