1993년-유라 (youra)

What I loved
With the finish line right before my eyes
Even the small happiness, even the small dimension
Is being snatched away

That telescope has pointed toward the ground for years
And what used to be called a star has no substance

‘1993’
A well-trimmed, carved apple and a lean body
Swallowing all blessings whole
I only caressed the feathers of a tired bird
Why did you meet me
Why did you meet me

After stealing ankles that cannot even walk
I could not follow you
Only butterfly dust scatters as the flowers are falling

‘1993’
The world will surely get better, child
1993, 1993

You are so cold-hearted
No, woman, you were actually enough
Can I say sometimes
That I hope for hope?

I slowly counted despair nine times
The fact that just once, a fingernail-like hope grows