i spoke to you for the first time in january.

in which the sun was high and the breeze was cold and i couldnt help but

swat away at the snowflakes in order to see your pretty face.

i had finally worked up the nerve to go near you and your photography crew.

it was strange how i fell in love when i saw the crystal blue hair hanging in front 

of your face, but your milky green eyes were the ones that pulled me in.

"나는 물 을 필요." **

but that was my flaw.

whatever you said, i could not hear.

you see i seemed to have lost my way and stumbled upon you!

it was the work of my idiocy, and ironically i am thankful.

"우리는 거의 오른쪽 완료?"

i wonder what you would say to them.

i tilted my head as if it were to help me figure things out.

and suddenly you left, abruptly as soon as i had seen you- you were gone.

"w-wait! come b-back!"

but you ignored me.

"pleas-se!"

i was breathing hard,

throat dry,

eyes wide,

wanting to die.

you wouldnt listen, you wouldnt look!

was i that meaningless, that useless?

and then it occured to me.

i ran faster and faster until the soles of my feet hurt.

i frantically spoke into my phone's translator; a robotic voice spoke for me.

"please look at me..!"

"...날 봐 주세요!"

you stopped and turned and finally noticed.

"당신은 누구인가 ..?"

my phone picked up your voice, and translated.

"...who are you?"

** each korean hangul phrase is hojoon speaking. i would prefer that you not translate it so you can be in the mind of sangdo, and feel as confused

and unknowing as he does.. but if you want to translate, do as you wish.