The wind in Asia is the same ๐Ÿ’จ

์ € ํ•˜๋Š˜์— ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„๋”ฐ๋ผ
ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฐ•๋ฌผ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ
์ •์ฒ˜์—†์ด ๊ฑท๊ณ ๋งŒ ์‹ถ๊ตฌ๋‚˜
๋ฐ”๋žŒ์„ ๋ฒ—์‚ผ์•„ ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ
๋ˆˆ์•ž์— ๋– ์˜ค๋Š” ์˜›์ถ”์–ต
์•„- ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์›Œ๋ผ
์†Œ๋‚˜๊ธฐ ํผ๋ถ“๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ
๋‚˜ํ™€๋กœ ์™ธ๋กœ์ด ๊ฑธ์œผ๋ฉฐ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์šด ๋ถ€๋ชจํ˜•์ œ ๋‹ค์ •ํ•œ ์˜› ์นœ๊ตฌ
๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์‹ ์„ธ
ํ™€๋กœ ๊ฐ€์Šด ํƒœ์šฐ๋‹ค
ํ™์†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌปํ˜€๊ฐˆ ๋‚˜์˜ ์ธ์ƒ์•„
๊นŠ๊ณ  ๋ง‘๊ณ  ํŒŒ๋ž€ ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„
๋– ๋Œ์ด ํ’ˆํŒ”์ด ๋งˆ๋ƒฅ
์นœ๊ตฌํ•˜๋‚˜ ์ฐพ์•„์™€ ์ฃผ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์ด๊ณณ์—
๋ณ„์„๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์šธ๋จน์ด๋„ค
์ด๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์ €๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ํ—ค๋ฉ”์ด๋‹ค
์ž ์ž๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์–ด๋Š ๊ณณ์ผ๊นŒ
์ง€ํŒก์ด ์งš๊ณ  ์ ˆ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๋„
์–ด๋””์—”๋“ค ์ด๋Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฆฌ๊นŒ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์šด ๋ถ€๋ชจํ˜•์ œ ๋‹ค์ •ํ•œ ์˜›์นœ๊ตฌ
๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์‹ ์„ธ
ํ™€๋กœ ๊ฐ€์Šด ํƒœ์šฐ๋‹ค
ํ™์†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌปํ˜€๊ฐˆ ๋‚˜์˜ ์ธ์ƒ์•„
๋ฌปํ˜€๊ฐˆ ๋‚˜์˜ ์ธ์ƒ์•„
๋ฌปํ˜€๊ฐˆ ๋‚˜์˜ ์ธ์ƒ์•„

Following the clouds in the sky
along the flowing river
I just want to walk aimlessly
flirting with the wind
Old memories that come to mind
Oh I miss you
the rain shower
walking alone alone
Missing parents and siblings, old friends
But I can’t go
burn your heart alone
My life will be buried in the dirt
Find something deep and clear blue
Like a wandering bum
A place where no friends come to visit
I look at the stars and cry
This way, that way, I’m lost
where is the bed
Even if I walk with a cane
Where will you be led
Missing parents and siblings, close old friends
But I can’t go
burn your heart alone
My life will be buried in the dirt
my life to be buried
my life to be buried

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