A poem I give to myself whose I love
I feel the same... way.
There are many times when I lack motivation.
When I don't feel any longing for the world,
and even my longing for yours feels insignificant,
that's when I want to give up on life.
Today, I suddenly understood why Jeon Hye-rin died.
I feel the same ...mood, but not a same story.
Why she, who was happily traveling to the high mountains of Switzerland
with Cheol-su on a train in Germany,
She seemed to have everything to me,
so why, why...
chose death decades later.
not the same, but feel the same...
I wanted to die like her today.
I still want to die.
Whatever awaits after death, I'm tired of thinking about it now.
But like her, I'm desperately crying out to someone in my heart,
asking them to help me not die.
But if there's no one to hold me...
I just feel like I'm going to die like this.