There are those kinds of days
Nights when sleep won't come
because a memory suddenly visits
Staring blankly at the ceiling,
tossing to erase the longing,
regretting even this time so I end up leaving something behind —
there are those kinds of days.
The fragment of a memory that lit a corner of the room with tenderness
sways in the cold outside the window and finally burns out
A sigh of 'rather this' as a kind of relief,
with that one handful of resignation even the phone's glow
quietly goes out — shhh
there are those kinds of days.
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Slow Days·어쩌다 삼칠이
Those kinds of nights
This English version was translated by Claude.
