That Winter The Wind Blows
I, who wants to live, met a woman who wants to die. We are clearly different. But for some reason… at that moment, that woman seemed like me. For the first time, I became curious about that woman.
I’m sorry but today isn’t the end.
Because I’m not alone.
I have my brother.
When he comes, he won’t forgive you, who made me like this.
I should have just conned her.
I shouldn’t have made her fall in love with a guy like me.
I can’t thank you. But I can understand you. It’s my fault, too.
The moment I met you, my heart fluttered.
I should have known then.
I’m a fool, right?
Why did I have to fall in love?
For the first time after meeting you I thought the world was fair.
My life that was thrown away like trash too –
For the first time I didn’t feel sad about it – because of you.
I, for your sake, placed a million bells. Later, when I leave, even when you lose the bell, if the winter wind blows, the trees will always make this sound. If only you could see this now, it would have been really nice.
More than anything, it would be nice if you could see yourself.
I thought I knew everything about the world after I’ve had my heart broken once.
All I am is trash.
Even though I was thrown out like trash, because of her, at least once, I wanted to live like a decent person.
My love for you has always been true.
She said that she was happy, but she looked lonely.
I always wondered if there was such a thing as love in this word.
There’s really such a thing called love.
I just want to spend a little more time with you, that’s all.
I think I’ve been alone for too long. I thought, all this time, I was really doing fine. I guess I wasn’t.
You leave, I remain.
I thought that I could play around with love.
I’m sorry. I love you. It’s not over for us. Let’s meet again.
But you, Young, became the last reason for me to live like a human being. Could I become the same to you? In this empty world, could I not become your last reason to live?
She saw that side of me and told me that she loved me.
Your scent that scatters in the wind, your low voice that I hear comes spreading into my heart that is cold like the winter.
Love blooms as the snowflakes.