Short story

The Moon That Rises in Daylight - Ahn Ye-eun

When will I be able to let you go?
There are plenty of loves that are only beautiful,
Will my love be like hell?
Knowing that someday this love will rot and crumble away,
Will I be unable to hold on and let go?

Even when we first met,
Even when we broke up,
Even when we broke up and met again 

A fate for us that is cruelly the same

When the seasons turn and spring returns,
Let’s head toward my ruin, which will resemble you
In a paradise where the sun doesn’t shine and flowers don’t bloom,
As us
In our form
Let’s live as the two of us like that

In our paradise and hell