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LETTER ON
I can't understand what people are saying
Who and what should I follow?
With each step, the shadow grows again.
Where is this place where I open my eyes?
Perhaps Seoul or New York or Paris
I get up, my feet unsteady.
I look at my feet, I look down
The shadow looks like me
Is the shadow trembling?
Or are my feet trembling?
Of course I am not unflappable
Of course, not everything is alright.
But I know I flow awkwardly
I fly alongside that black wind