your skin, so cerulean and
๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐค, ๋ฐ๋ค์์
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ณด์๋ ๊ฒ์
ํด๋ณ์ ๋์ด๊ณต์,
๋ถ๋ชจ์ ์์ด ํ๋๋ก ์ด๋ฃจ์ด์ง ํ๋์ ๊ฐ์กฑ,
์๋์ค๋ฝ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ ๋ถ๊ฝ๋์ด์
์ด๋ค ๊ธฐ๋ ์์์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ถ์ฌ ๊ฑท๋ ์ฐ์ธ๋ค
โ๋ฐ๋ค ๋์๋ ์ฃฝ์ ์๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ๋ด๋ ๋์๋โ
๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ ๋์ ์ด์ ํธ๋ฅด๊ณ ์ง ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฌ์ง
๊ทธ๋ ์ดํ๋ก
๋๋ฌด ํธ๋ฅธ ๊ฒ์ ๊ตฌ๋ถํ ์ ์์๋ค
๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ์ ๋ฐ์๊ตญ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ํ๋ก ๊ฑธ์๋ค
์ด์ ํด๋ณ์๋ ์๋ฌด๋ ์๊ตฌ๋
๋ฐ๋ท๊ฐ์ ํ
๋น ์ ์์ง,
์ถ๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ชจ๋,
์ฃฝ์ ๋ฌผ์๋์ ์์ํ ํธ๋ฅธ ๋ฌ๋น
โ๋๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ๋ณผ ์ ์์ด์ ์ฐธ ์ข๋คโ
๋ค๊ฐ ๋งํ์ ๋, ๋๋ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ ์ ์์๊ณ
๋์์ ํผ์ณ์ง ๋ฐค๊ณผ ๋ฐ๋ค๊ฐ ๊ตฌ๋ถ๋์ง ์๋๋ค
๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด๋ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ตฌ๋ถ๋์ง ์๊ณ ,
๋๋ฅผ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์ด ๋ง์์ด ๋ฌด์์ธ์ง ๊ตฌ๋ถ๋์ง ์๋๋ค
ํด๋ณ์ ๋ฐ์๊ตญ์ ๋์์ด ์ด์ด์ ธ ์์๋ค
๋๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค ํธ๋ฅธ ๋ฐค ์์ผ๋ก
- ํฉ์ธ์ฐฌ, ์ฌ๋์ ์ํ ๋ํ์ด
your skin, so cerulean and
what we saw that night
by the ocean
was an oceanside fair,
a modern family consisting of two parents and one child,
a firework consisting of nothing but noise
and a pair of lovers that walked with their bodies pressed together with a certain kind of expectation
โthe smell of the ocean is the smell of dead animalsโ
as you spoke, there was something briny and cerulean to the smell of your skin
after that day
i could no longer distinguish things that were too blue
i walked alone and followed someone elseโs footsteps
there is no one on this beach now
an empty amusement park by the ocean,
the billowing black sands,
dead flock of birds and an eternally blue moonlight
โiโm glad i could see you againโ
when you spoke, i could not speak
i cannot distinguish between the night and the ocean that lies spread before me
cannot distinguish the two people that were watching it,
i cannot distinguish what this feeling is when i think of you
the footsteps by the beach continued forever
i slowly walked into the azure night
- by Hwang In-chan, from An Iteration for Love