Comb (빗)
Comb (빗)
Bryan Jisoo Park
2018. 12. 5
When I crawl the floors of harsh life,
Hand me a comb.
This hard world-
So not a trace of hardship on my face.
Beautifully,
I want to cry.
Heart (마음)
Heart (마음) Bryan Jisoo Park 2018. 12.3 You knock-knocked on my window with a little rock Who have you given that heart to? Have you dispersed it in the wind Thinking it might come to me 'Cause you couldn't so harshly throw it away like me A drifter who caught it says he doesn't like you Why did you do that, w hy did you do that
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