눈물보다 더 빨리 마르는 건 없다. The hardest part of any friendship is when it's time to say goodbye.
As much as we might like things to stay the same, change is an inevitable part of life.
The sky urges me to turn into a cloud,
the earth urges me to turn into a breeze,
a little breeze waking weeds on the ferry landing, once storm clouds have scattered and rain has cleared.
To turn into a peddler sad even in autumn light, going to Mokkye Ferry, three days' boat ride from Seoul. I have lived a vain life, an ulzzang marked for his best face. A silent life, a crude life. There comes time where a break is necessary, and now is my time. I refuse to change for anyone, I do not wish to fit in. I am me.