예전 명곡들

In the foam of the third cup,
Desire lingers, pain unfolds…
And I,
I gather you.

My friend rests his hand,
On the weight of a question,
A touch untouched by sin,
A need now laid to rest.

For beauty is bound to doubt,
Trapped in longing, caught in fear,
Owned by those who name its worth,
Yet never hold it near.

I answer—
I love you still,
Despite the place,
Despite the silence,
Despite the color fading fast,
Into a name that never lasts.

In the silence of the fourth cup,
Pride grows tired, words grow thin,
The ink remains, but paper fades,
So I conceal you deep within.

My friend speaks to his friend,
And I hear the words unspoken.
Yes, I bowed before the bomb…
I remembered love, I bowed again.

I answer—
I love you still,
To the edge of silence,
To the weight of stillness,
To the place where names are lost,
But love still lingers in the dust.

I answer—
I love you…

Third Cup, Fourth Silence

Nothing.
.....Nothing.

..........NOTHING!

Nothing's gonna mend
the way that we ended-
all the sixes and sevens
and heaven descending.
.....Nothing's gone right.
Nothing's gone right
since our breakup night.
We've lived through hell-
hell after hell,
.....insufferable hell.

OH! DON'T I LOOK WELL!
LOOK AT ME.
.....LOOK AT ME.
..........LOOK AT ME NOW.

Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
Never again will I
put myself through hell
.....being made unwell
..........by cruel men like you.

Nothing.
.....Nothing.

..........NOTHING!

Nothing's gonna mend
the way that we ended-
all the sixes and sevens
and heaven descending.
.....Nothing's gone right.
Nothing's gone right
since our breakup night.
We've lived through hell-
hell after hell,
.....insufferable hell.

OH! DON'T I LOOK WELL!
LOOK AT ME.
.....LOOK AT ME.
..........LOOK AT ME NOW.

Never again.
.....Never again.
.........Never again.
Never again will I
put myself through hell
.....being made unwell
..........by cruel men like you.

It's a new day. I'm wearing
tomorrow's clothes.
.....Nothing borrowed.
..........Nothing blue.
I'm marrying myself
to myself.
Everything about my future
I'm choosing
from the luxury shelf.
It's a new day. I'm wearing
tomorrow's clothes.
.....Nothing borrowed.
..........Nothing blue.
I'm marrying myself
to myself.
Everything about my future
I'm choosing
from the luxury shelf.

Nothing.
.....Nothing.

..........NOTHING!

MYSELF

LoveHolic MIX

시리우스 - 비상 - Sirius

시리우스 - 바램 - Sirius

시리우스 - 너를위해 - Sirius

Y2K - Bad

예레미 - 남겨진 나날들

Growing up I could never understand the sacrifices my father made for my family. Now that I am in his shoes, life makes a lot more sense. Appreciate your fathers, they are hurting too.

When You Were Gone

Les néons bavent sur les flaques,
Et mon reflet fait un pas en arrière…

Donne-moi un dernier verre avant l’orage,
Avant que le vent m’arrache la peau.
Y’a des mots qu’on enterre sans courage,
Mais ce soir, je les chante sous l’eau.
Juste un dernier verre… et je pars sans bagage.

Dernier Verre Avant l’Orage

The pine trees whispered low last night,
Where the eagle took her flight,
Over hills so black, so deep and wide,
Where the spirits used to hide.
Gold was found and the word got loose,
Men came runnin’ with their news
Guns and picks, dreams in hand,
To tear the heart from Lakota land.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
There’s gold in the ground, 
but the cost was steep,
And the mountains never sleep.
They remember every name,
Every soul that died in vain.

Buffalo ran, then disappeared,
Quiet plains now filled with fear.
The rivers ran dark with mud and grief,
While miners prayed to a god called “rich.”
Campfires burned where the stars should shine,
Whiskey, greed, and a pickaxe line.
They came for gold, but they dug up bones—
Left behind a land of stones.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
There’s gold in the ground, 
but the cost was steep,
And the mountains never sleep.
They remember every name,
Every soul that died in vain.

Now the wind still moans through them trees,
Carryin’ ghosts on a mournin’ breeze.
You can hear ‘em sing if you listen right,
Under the stars in the pale moonlight.

Soldiers marched and promises broke,
Treaties turned to guns and smoke.
The Lakota cried, the miners cheered,
But heaven closed its eyes in fear.

Children played where the grass once grew,
Now there’s nothin’ but dust and dew.
Old elk trails turned into tracks,
Where wagon wheels won’t turn back.
Gold can blind a poor man’s soul,
Make a heaven feel ice cold.
But no rich man ever stayed—
Just took his shine and walked away.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
You can take the gold, take the land,
But you’ll never own what you don’t understand.
The Black Hills ain’t forgot,
They remember all we lost.

예레미 - 남겨진 나날들

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