.
a pile of rubbish
pouring down
Village village
No time to take care of even a bit
..
Gulgoksa temple, I embrace you and break your neck
Drinking with me
I'm looking very far away
I want to call them one nation.
Telling such a bad joke
Let him go
I or He will never return
I or He will never cry again
Embracing a woman other than you
Dragging the anxiety of the passing era
Calling you here
Who is very irrelevant to me
Staring at the red sun, I set the rope of the ladder
The washing line hung like haze touches a misty ghost castle that rides on apples that cannot be grasped with hands and burns flesh.
Overripe apples that are mealy when touched
A paradise where war cannot be stopped right now.
a low mountain that is slopping
his weeping burdens
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