Voice

I didn’t have any dreams

just like my lyrics, every day in that way

the functions and equations that couldn’t
give me an answer

in the end those things became uncountable injuries

with that light, make it so I can see the stars
hidden behind

like that, every day while going to kill me

without even a meaning, the day is suspended from number play like the ranking of Hanwoo

I just wanted to succeed

the words I tediously heard from others were only that

I thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness

but the me in front of my desk
wasn’t happy even for a moment

without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook

my identity that I wrote down
matched to the drum and bass

a different, relaxed feeling compared to
when I got my report card

even when I was #1 my heart couldn’t relax

is there a need to want the things that others want

rather than living an entire life
while sighing breaths full of han*,

I chose to live a life of stripping away my han
and breathing easily

everyone pointed at me, surrounding the weakened me

my dreams are what gives my voice to everything

no matter what appearance I have,
with my music and lyrics

I don’t know how you’ll be while listening to this, but

even if you curse me, it’s good, because in the end you’ll find me again