๋ฌด์จ ๋ง๋ก ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ค๋ช ํ ๊น.
๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ์๋ง ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋๋ฐ
๋๋ง ํ๋ก ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ์๋ค.
๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ก๋ ๊ฑด
๋ด ์๊ฐ๋ค์ผ๊น,
์๋๋ฉด
๋ฏธ์ฒ ๋ ๋๋ณด๋ด์ง ๋ชปํ
์ง๋ ๊ณ์ ์ผ๊น.
๋๋ง ์์ง ๊ทธ ๊ณ์ ์ ๊ฐํ
ํค๋งค๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น.
์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋
์ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค.
(Translation)
With what words can I explain this feeling.
Everyone is walking, looking only forward,
but I alone am stopped in the same place.
Is the thing holding me back
my own thoughts?
Or is it
the past season
I haven't yet let go of?
Am I the only one still trapped in that season,
wandering lost?
I couldn't
understand a thing.











