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An Opaque Human (๋ถํฌ๋ช ์ธ๊ฐ) by Udaque ft. SeeU
๋ฐฉ๊ตฌ์ ์ด๋๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌํ ํ ๋ ๋น์ ผ ์์์๋ย
from the TV placed somewhere in the room
๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ์ ์ธ๋ก์ด ์ฃฝ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ด์ค๊ฐ ํ๋ ์ด
a news of someone's lonely death drones out
์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ๋ฐ์์ ์์ด๋์ค๋ ๋์ดํฐ์ ์์์๋ฆฌย
the playground's laughter seeps in through the window
๊ทธ ๋ ๋ชจ๋์ง์ ๊ฐ์ด ๋ง๋ค๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ์์ด
the friend that I used to make sandcastles with is too far awayย
์์นจ์ ๋ฏธ์ญ๊ตญ ๋๋ฌธ์ธ์ง ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์
I think I burnt my tongue from this morning's seaweed soup
ํธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ํด ๋จน๋ ์ฝ์ ์ด ๋ง์ด ๋๊ปด์ง์ง ์์ย
I can't feel the bitterness of the medicine that I take for convenience
๊ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋๊ปด์ง์ง ์์ย
I can't feel my senses
์ปดํจํฐ ํธ๋ํฐ ๋ฉ์ ์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ย ํ์์ ์ํ ๋ํ ๋ฟ์ด๋ ๊ฑธ ๊นจ๋ฌ์์ง๋ ์ค๋๋์ดย
it's been long since I've realized that the computer and cellphone messenger alarms ring for only theย necessaryย conversations
์๋ง์ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ํ ์ ๋ช ํ ์ด๋ฆ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌย
a famous crossroad full of people
์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๋๋ฌ์ธ์ธ ์ฑ
surrounded by people
๊ทธ์ ์๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ ๋ฐฉ๊ฐ์
it just feels like a noisy solitary roomย
์ ๋ฐ์ ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ์ต์ํด์ ธ์ ๊ตณ์์ด์ด ์๊ฒผ์ด
I slowly got used to my shoes and developed callouses
๋ฐ๋๋ก ์ฐ๋ฌ๋ด๋ ์ํ์ด ๋๊ปด์ง์ง ์์ย
I can't feel pain even if I poke with needles
๋๋ฌผ์ด ๋์ค์ง๊ฐ ์์ย
no tears come
ํด๊ฐ ์ ธ๋ ์ด๋์๋ณด๋ค ์๊ณ์ ์ซ์๋ฅผ ์ฝ์ดย
even when the sun goes down I read the clock's time rather than the darkness
๋ ๋ฐฑ์ด ๋์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๋ฐฉ๋ฐฑ๋ ์ด์ ์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐ์ด์ง ์์ย
I no longer care about the aside that became the monologue
๋ฐฉ๊ตฌ์ ์ด๋๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌํ ํ ๋ ๋น์ ผ ์์์๋ย
from the TV placed somewhere in the room
๋์ ์๊ด์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ฆ๊ฒ๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์์ดย
people that has nothing to do with me laughs merrily






