In My Own Words
Description
I can't remember a single song, that I've written, that wasn't about you. You were the lyrics to my melody, the treble to my crescendo, the keys to my every note.
"One day when it snowed
Who used to hug me warmly
I remember the beautiful you
The memory of January"
All performances, no matter how great or well-received, end at some point, but I still linger on that high note, hoping that time would kindly extend itself for you... for us... even if only for one moment.
"Woke up from the dream and called you
But I realized you were not beside me any longer"
Music makes our burden light... or at least, this weight that you've left on me behind.
"I wanna go back to you
To that day, to that moment
For me at least once, at least your soul...
The love you left behind"
Hmm...
Note to self:
- Type and send this to Steven hyungnim
- Call eomma before heading to the airport
- Duplicate a spare key at the front desk for the housemaid.
- YS
Foreword
Every night on the commute home from her grueling, housekeeping rounds for South Korea's elite, she finds solace in her steampunk, kitty earphones as she blasts SS501 songs on her phone.
To her utter annoyance, she can't find them. Just my luck. Nowhere to be found in her suede satchel, she instead finds a diary: worn, embossed leather, yellowing handmade paper, and customized embroidery of the initials "HYS" on the back cover.
Now, where did this come from?
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