They said time heals, didn't they..
Surely that peddler was a quack, no doubt about it.
Dodging memory, dodging again — how many months has it been now?
The tightening of the chest I thought would dull
simply lies down on top of time
and gets trampled, swept, and crushed with no way to avoid it.
This dry, scattering now of today
only lingers in that time, that season of last year.
This lingering heaviness
only grows as deep as the surging emotion of that day that year.
More than the way that season held no regret,
this is a black night that just foolishly burns and scorches..
2018 09 17, in this time that is like medicine.
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Slow Days·어쩌다 삼칠이
Time, like medicine
This English version was translated by Claude.
