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[Kim Tae-hyung] Butterfly Dream° (Ho-Jeop-Mong°)

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Ah, I don't know if this is a dream or reality. All I see is a familiar landscape, nothing has changed. The boy now finds it difficult to even wake up in the morning. Where is he today? Is it a dream? Or reality? He's long since forgotten.

Having lost the will to live, he spends each day the same. Boring, yet ordinary. The boy seeks to escape this meaningless existence. As each day passes, he attempts suicide repeatedly. But each time, it's a dream, and he fails.

All that comes back to him is a mental blow. He's in despair. He's in despair. Am I destined to live this shitty life for the rest of my life? Am I the only one living this kind of life? Am I forced to live like this, unable to die of my own free will?

Ah, who's there? If there's anyone, please answer. What should I do? Do I have to keep living this fucking life? The boy jumps off the bridge again today, where no one cares. But he fails. The moment he falls, he enters a world that is neither a dream nor reality, and he fails to commit suicide again today.

Bitter. I want to die. These were the only two thoughts in the boy's mind. This time, he tried to cut his wrists, but failed. The boy was now devastated. Suddenly, his stomach churned. The whole situation was disgusting.

In the end, the boy emptied everything inside him. He was crying. He felt more resentment than anyone else, more sorrow than anyone else, more despair than anyone else, and he sobbed bitterly. No one paid him any attention.

The boy cried even louder, feeling even more sorrowful. "I wish there was someone who could save me from this hellish life," he thought. He stopped crying and looked up at the sky.

Sadly, the sky was bluer and more beautiful than anyone else's. The boy was dumbfounded. The sky, which had given him such a hellish life, was shining brighter than anyone else's. "Haha, how heartless the sky is..." Those were the first words he spoke today. The boy headed off somewhere.

He was headed to the bridge from which the boy had jumped earlier, in a dream or reality. He was about to make his final suicide attempt. He took a deep breath and jumped straight into the fast-moving traffic.

Bam! A horn honked from a speeding car. The boy was overjoyed, thinking he might die soon. But his happiness was short-lived, as he was transported to another world, a place he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. Soon, the boy became depressed.

If he continued living like this, he felt like he would die of depression. "Of all the tortures of hope, where in the world could there be such a painful torture?" he thought. As he walked back to the bridge, the boy pondered, "Where on earth did it all go wrong?"

What did I do wrong to deserve this mental and physical suffering? Why me, of all the people? Why is God so unfair? After thinking about all this, I found myself on the bridge.

"Ah, the day is already passing," he thought. The setting sun was so beautiful, almost too beautiful to be true. He suddenly felt a surge of emotion. With empty eyes, he cried out to the heavens in the most powerless, resentful, and resentful voice in the world.

"Save me. Please save me. Save poor me. Take me out of this hellish world where I don't know if it's a dream or reality."

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Hello, I'm the author!! / Bam☆

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The article I wrote today is one of my favorites. The title, "Ho-Jeop-Mong (胡蝶夢)", means "the indistinguishability of reality and dreams."

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The author mainly searches Naver's Hanja Dictionary for titles for his short stories. There are many words with beautiful Hanja meanings. (　´∀｀)

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Thank you to everyone who read my post today :)

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Then today too 20000 bang☆