가는 말이 고와야 오는 말이 곱다  하늘이  

 

무너져도 솟아날 구멍이 있다  

 

두 손뼉이 맞아야 소리가 난다

 

 

It can carry like a whirlpool.
Maybe this is electronic insignificance but it is the high point of my days.
The suns rays have long failed to provide me the joys I find from the glowing monitor lights.
Any sound I imagine. Any sight to eye.
I don't remember plight for life but I will fight to die.
This circuitry can short. Maybe resurrect the meaning of the sun.
Would you meet me outside?
We'd stare at the ground avoiding glare.