Will we be a harm?
How long has it already been since I started using this wide room without you?
Now I can't even tell the time anymore.
Your voice and mine, sounding like an auditory hallucinationwill now become reality.
Will I ignore those voices, or face them?
It’s been so long since we last met—will I be able to stand in front of you, me?
To meet you, I open the door to this room, and the light that slipped in is shining before my eyes.
Honestly, I’m a little scared, but for now I’ll go see.I couldn’t hold back my curiosity.
When I looked in, among all the people I saw you, among all those people I saw you.
Seeing you, I end up asking the questions I’ve held in until now when it’s just you and me alone.
As time passes, I can see your silhouette and the silhouettes of other people.
In the shadows surrounding you, my piece I try to find.
Is the person in front of me you, or a new person? Now I’m confused.
In these addictive moments, I’m falling deeper and deeper into this time, into this sensation.
“I can’t deny it. In the end, everyone circles back and finds their own answer.”
Through the crack in the door, I,
the piece of me that fell apart between you, whom I met again, and new people,will spread like a cluster of light and reach someone, becoming another person’s piece.
But whether that’ll be you or someone else.. no one can know
except me.ㅎ.”Who could it be?“
And if someone else has it, or if you end up having it
what kind of expression should we both make?
Will you be a harm, becoming harm and breaking me apart?
Maybe you’ll be a sun, dazzlingly bright; then be my own sun and shine your light,
it’s your part, it’s your choice.
Entangled in a tangled space, our hearts have gotten all knotted up,
everything is all tangled, and I can’t even sort it out.Even if I tried,
where would I even start sorting it out?Let’s just give up.But even this messy space, time, and temperature—I
“don’t want to stop.”
Acquaintances and strangers met in this place,
whatever it is, it’s fine; in the end, it must have been the bond we were meant to meet.
Fine, let’s open the door and reclaim love
or meet it anew.And so, will we become harm, or rain?
Will we leave as the two of us, or leave still being me?
