More songs by JANNABI
Description
The evening is the kind when the light between the houses seems shy to fall on the asphalt, and the air smells of something from childhood and a little bit of pain. Between tired breaths and the silence of old stairwells, a memory wanders: thin as a thread, and stubbornly alive. It feels like a familiar shadow is about to flash by, wave its hand, and then disappear again into the golden air. Love here doesn't break - it just passes, like a spring wind when the windows are still closed and the curtains tremble slightly. It was, it became, it's gone - and for some reason, that makes me feel warmer rather than more afraid. Because every "goodbye" hides a tiny "thank you."
Lyrics and translation
Original
안녕히 사랑이 지나가네.
나약하고 가녀린 숨결 위로 낡은 아파트 사이로 저 저녁 달이 비출 때 넌 훌쩍이다 손을 흔드네.
항상 하지.
그리다 만 내 추억은 비뚤하고 어딘가 좀 어설퍼.
봄날의 인 바람에도 위태로웠던 너와 나.
오, 넌 떠나가고 멀어지네.
자꾸만 되뇌는 너와 대답이 느린 나 사이에 말 못할 이유가 있다고.
이런 시절 속에 우리가 아니었다면 이토록 슬프진 않았겠지.
걸어갔지.
길 옆에 놓인 숲길로.
주머니엔 쓸쓸함이 만져져.
얼룩진 그 두 손으로 얼굴을 감싸쥐다가 난 다 커버렸고 내가 되었네.
자꾸만 되뇌는 너와 대답이 느린 나 사이에 말 못할 이유가 있다고.
이런 시절 속에 우리가 아니었다면 이토록 슬프진 않았겠지.
이 사랑은 것들뿐이야.
글썽이다 내게 말하고 두 눈엔 가득한 별빛들.
어딘가에서 널 그리워하다가 이제는 내가 되어 버렸고.
우우.
철없던 시절 속에 우리는 돌아가고파.
다 지나갔잖아.
가엾게 우리 어린 날의 추억들을 생각하네.
English translation
Goodbye, love passes by.
When the evening moon shines through the old apartments on your weak and delicate breath, you whimper and wave your hand.
Always do it.
But my memories are crooked and somewhat awkward.
You and I, who were in danger even in the spring wind.
Oh, you're leaving and moving away
There's a reason I can't tell you between you, who keeps repeating it over and over again, and me, who is slow to respond.
If it weren't for us in these times, it wouldn't be this sad.
I walked.
To the forest path next to the road.
I feel loneliness in my pocket.
As I held my face with my stained hands, I covered everything and became myself.
There's a reason I can't tell you between you, who keeps repeating it over and over again, and me, who is slow to respond.
If it weren't for us in these times, it wouldn't be this sad.
This love is nothing but things.
You speak to me brightly, and your eyes are full of starlight.
I was missing you somewhere, but now it has become me.
Boo.
We want to go back to our immature days.
It's all gone.
I think pitifully of the memories of our childhood.