Lyrics
I hold the words I know will break your heart,
Ten years of us about to fall apart.
I told myself I'd stay for one more year,
But staying quiet never made it clear.
아직도 낯선 이별
[Ajikdo natseon ibyeol.]
[Still, an unfamiliar goodbye.]
I check the closet where your coats remain,
Each empty hanger holds a little pain.
아직도 사랑해
[Ajikdo saranghae.]
[Still, I love you.]
Maybe I was the reason - not the cure,
I used to be so certain - now less sure.
There's a goodbye that chooses when to leave,
And one that's left with nothing, but to grieve.
We're standing on the same cracked ground somehow,
Two kinds of losing meeting here and now.
우리는 괜찮아
[Urineun gwaenchanha.]
[We'll be okay.]
Two kinds of heartbreak - same old aching sky,
One who walks away, one who asks us why.
We carry rain until the grey runs dry,
Until, at last, we learn to say goodbye.
No matter who let go or who was left,
Both of our hearts are equally bereft.
I keep the phone lit up in case you write,
I set two plates like you'll come home tonight.
제발 돌아와
[Jebal dorawa.]
[Please, come back.]
Maybe I said something I didn't mean,
Maybe there's something that I didn't see.
아직 안 믿어져
[Ajik an mideojyeo.]
[I still can't believe it.]
So, take the songs we used to call our own,
I'll learn the shape of sleeping here alone.
나는 이제 혼자야
[Naneun ije honjaya.]
[I'm alone now.]
You don't get tears, I'm done with feeling small,
I'm done with breaking every time you call.
Two kinds of heartbreak - same old aching sky,
One who walks away, one who asks us why.
We carry rain until the grey runs dry,
Until at last we learn to say goodbye.
No matter who let go or who was left,
Both of our hearts are equally bereft.
Maybe healing doesn't need who was right,
It's just the slow return of gentler light.
저 멀리 빛이 보여
[Jeo meolli bichi boyeo.]
[I see a light far away.]
The rain will pass, it always finds its end,
And rainbows only come for those who bend.
우리 다시 시작해
[Uri dasi sijakhae.]
[We start again.]
I let you go - so both of us could heal,
This ache is proof that what we had was real.
Two kinds of heartbreak - same old aching sky,
One who walks away, one who asks us why.
We carry rain until the grey runs dry,
Until at last we learn to say goodbye.
No matter who let go or who was left,
Both of our hearts are equally bereft.
Two kinds of goodbye - one sky above.
However it ends - it all was love.
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