한낱 토끼풀인데
무성히도 자라네
아무 관심없이 짓밟고 지나쳐 가는데
그건 바보같은 짓이야
터무니가 없는 짓이야
사람에게서 사랑을 찾다니 못 받지
던져지는 모멸과
뭣같은 기분은
입술을 물게 하고
꿈도 잠드는 이 밤 벗어날래 그만
잠들 수 없어 난
흩어지는 새처럼
흩날린 연기처럼
멀어지고파 저 어디론가
그들만의 탑에서
텅 빈 장미밭에서
떨어지고파 넌 어디 있을까
나는 너에게 잔뜩 피어 버리니까
보이지도 궁금하지도 않잖아
자꾸 잊어 버려 난
안에 갇힌 울음은 초록을 묽게 하니까
박혀 있던 착각들 털어내고 나면
다시 기억해내면
흩어지는 새처럼
흩날린 연기처럼
멀어지고파 저 어디론가
그들만의 탑에서
텅 빈 장미밭에서
떨어지고파 난 어디로 가고 싶은걸까
— (English Lyrics)
Just a clover.
Keeps growing anyway.
Thick, for no one.
Wouldn’t even see but step on it.
It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous.
Looking for love in people?
Wrong place.
Contempt, just thrown.
You know. Like shit.
Makes me bite my lip.
Even dreams fall asleep.
I want out of this night.
I need to get up.
Like birds, breaking apart.
Like smoke, drifting loose.
I want to drift.
Somewhere far. Nowhere real.
From their tower.
From a rose field with no roses.
I want to fall.
Where are you?
I shouldn't have bloomed
like that — so full, like a noise.
You couldn’t see me.
You won’t remember me.
Not even enough to wonder.
I keep fading.
A cry stuck inside
blurring what was green.
If I finish pulling out—
what still lingers—
and if I remember again—
Like birds, breaking apart.
Like smoke, drifting loose.
I want to drift.
Somewhere far. Nowhere real.
From their tower.
From a rose field with no roses.
I want to fall.
Where do I even want to go?
무성히도 자라네
아무 관심없이 짓밟고 지나쳐 가는데
그건 바보같은 짓이야
터무니가 없는 짓이야
사람에게서 사랑을 찾다니 못 받지
던져지는 모멸과
뭣같은 기분은
입술을 물게 하고
꿈도 잠드는 이 밤 벗어날래 그만
잠들 수 없어 난
흩어지는 새처럼
흩날린 연기처럼
멀어지고파 저 어디론가
그들만의 탑에서
텅 빈 장미밭에서
떨어지고파 넌 어디 있을까
나는 너에게 잔뜩 피어 버리니까
보이지도 궁금하지도 않잖아
자꾸 잊어 버려 난
안에 갇힌 울음은 초록을 묽게 하니까
박혀 있던 착각들 털어내고 나면
다시 기억해내면
흩어지는 새처럼
흩날린 연기처럼
멀어지고파 저 어디론가
그들만의 탑에서
텅 빈 장미밭에서
떨어지고파 난 어디로 가고 싶은걸까
— (English Lyrics)
Just a clover.
Keeps growing anyway.
Thick, for no one.
Wouldn’t even see but step on it.
It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous.
Looking for love in people?
Wrong place.
Contempt, just thrown.
You know. Like shit.
Makes me bite my lip.
Even dreams fall asleep.
I want out of this night.
I need to get up.
Like birds, breaking apart.
Like smoke, drifting loose.
I want to drift.
Somewhere far. Nowhere real.
From their tower.
From a rose field with no roses.
I want to fall.
Where are you?
I shouldn't have bloomed
like that — so full, like a noise.
You couldn’t see me.
You won’t remember me.
Not even enough to wonder.
I keep fading.
A cry stuck inside
blurring what was green.
If I finish pulling out—
what still lingers—
and if I remember again—
Like birds, breaking apart.
Like smoke, drifting loose.
I want to drift.
Somewhere far. Nowhere real.
From their tower.
From a rose field with no roses.
I want to fall.
Where do I even want to go?