"ありがとう"と君に言われるとなんだか切ない
さようならの後も解けぬ魔法淡くほろ苦い
The flavor of life…

There’s something saddening about when you tell me “thank you”
and the magic that stays even after goodbye
A touch of bittersweetness
The flavor of life…

友達でも恋人でもない中間地点で
収穫の日を夢見てる青いフルーツ
後一歩が踏み出せないせいで
じれったいのなんのって, baby?

Stuck at midpoint between friends and lovers,
Like unripened fruit dreaming about the day of harvest
Because of being unable to move one more step forward
What's causing this frustration, baby?


"ありがとう"と君に言われるとなんだか切ない
さようならの後も解けぬ魔法淡くほろ苦い
The flavor of life…

There’s something saddening about when you tell me “thank you”
And the magic that stays even after goodbye
A touch of bittersweetness
The flavor of life…

甘いだけの誘い文句味気のないトーク
そんのものには興味はそそられない
思い通りにいかない時だって
人生捨てたもんじゃないって

Sweet talk and tasteless conversations,
It sparks no interest in me.
Even when things don’t go your way,
It doesn't mean you've thrown your life away.

”どうしたの”と急に聞かれると”ううん、なんでもない”
さようならの後に消える笑顔私らしくない
信じたいと願えば願うほどなんだか切ない
”愛してるよ”よりも”大好き”の方が君らしいじゃない？
The flavor of life…

“What’s wrong?” you suddenly ask. “Um, it’s nothing.”
But the fading smile on my face after “goodbye” just isn’t me.
The more I wish to believe (in us), somehow makes me even sadder
Rather than “I love you,” isn’t “I like you” more like you?
The flavor of life…

忘れかけていた人の香りを突然思い出すころ
降り積る雪の白さをもっと素直に喜びたいよ

Those times, when out of the blue, I remember the fragrance of the one I’d almost forgotten.
I want to be able openly and honestly cherish the white purity of the falling snow more

ダイヤモンドよりも柔らかくて温かな未来を手にしたいよ
限りある時間を君と過ごしたい

A future tender and warmer than a diamond
I want to grasp it, in this limited time we have, I want to spend it with you

"ありがとう"と君に言われるとなんだか切ない
さようならの後も解けぬ魔法淡くほろ苦い
The flavor of life…

There’s something saddening about when you tell me “thank you”
And the magic that stays even after goodbye
A touch of bittersweetness
The flavor of life…

One of my favorite ballads. I feel like its meaning will always resonate with me.

I.
I hate myself
I despise this world that never believed in me
As a matter of fact, I always pray and pray for these motherfuckers' downfall
Jealousy and envy always get the best of me
Next thing I know, I turn evil
But I keep fronting
Telling myself "I don't need no money and fame. Fuck 'em."
I'm a slave of this moment
I'm a slave of Time
And I'm a slave of this mundane loop of life
Yup, it's that time again
I gotta do what time tells me to do
Yes massah!
Time tells me to forget about what I want and dream and do the same thing that I do
Yes massah!
I wanna fight, break these chains, run away from this plantation of time
But I'm a coward
I won't say nothing
I can't say nothing
But when I'm drunk, I turn into a warrior from "300"
And I'm about to destroy and crush all the things that I envy
All the things that I wanna get but I will never get
I'm a coward
And I hate myself

Chorus:
Cuz when it rains, it pours but I would never give up
Gonna see the storm through and change my luck
It just another day so I know it's ok

Cuz when it rains, it pours but I would never give up
Gonna see the storm through and change my luck
It just another day so I know it's ok

II.
I live in a world, where you can even buy love with money
Half my brain is filled with money
The other half is filled with numbers
All I do is calculate
And the stairway to heaven seems so far away
You can change weather with money
You can move the hot July sun over the winter storm
One poet once told me "The definition of Haves and Have Nots is only a state of mind."
But fuck–that motherfucker's crazy
He must be smoking something when he wrote that line
But yeah, he fooled me. He fooled me good
I was a fool on a stage rocking mics, jumping around
All I wanted was to get props from the crowd
All I wanted to hear was "Hey"s and "Ho"s really loud
But things changed
I know too much
I just want to live
I just want to have
And I'm willing to do anything to live and to have
But all I know how to do is rock mics, jump around and get "Hey"s and "Ho"s
But at the end of the day, I'm out of dough
And I told you, I'm a coward
And mo'fucka, don't you dare take this shit away from me
Cuz I'll kill you
But I know I won't
Tell you the truth–I'm scared as hell, man
I told you I was a coward
I don't believe in destiny
But I blame destiny
And I blame the President
I saw a reflection of myself off the bling from a fat ride
Parked in a bougie ass mothafuckin restaurant
And that mothafucka looked so sad
I hate myself

Chorus:
Cuz when it rains it pours but I would never give up
Gonna see the storm through and change my luck
It just another day so I know it's ok

Cuz when it rains it pours but I would never give up
Gonna see the storm through and change my luck
It just another day so I know it's ok

III.
I should have prayed for my future
As much as I have prayed for your downfall
Always the next mothafucka seems to have more than me
But I have just enough to get by
If I don't hold on, I will die
Cuz this mothafucka named MYELITIS always looking for a chance to kill me
And if I don't hold on, my family will starve
I get strength from the next mothafucka that's sicker than me
The sword of guilty conscience's always sticking me, slicing my heart
And my heart feels the blade
And mothafuckin shit hurts
I try to measure the next mothafuckas happiness with mine
And I try to measure the next mothafuckas tragedy with mine
And I go crazy sometimes
Which side am I on?
But all I know for sure is that everything's a lie
Or is it?
Reporters, Grifters, Reporters, Hustlers, Reporters, Grifters, Tvs, Hustlers
Mothafuckin Propaganda
Shit, here it goes again
The media's moving the crowd's mind like I move the crowd with my mic
Yeah mothafuckas
Please take my sword away and stick it where it belongs
Please stick it in your heart
Please try
Feel my pain
Scream my name
Take my friends
Fuck it!
Take him, too
This mothafucka named Myelitis
Once you get a piece of my mind that plays tricks on me sometimes
Or maybe all the time
And please take the cyst off my mom's womb
I wrote my name on a white piece of paper–
3 Letters–"Jun Kwon Suh"
Which gave him the right to my soul
The right to my youth
Man, ten years gone.
I was prostituted, pimped, pimp slapped
My soul was at the lowest of the food chain
And shit, I'm still chained up
Even when I'm free
Yeah, I'm jealous
I envy you
And I hate you
And I hate myself for that

Love the rawness in his voice.

You were the one who told me the season will end peacefully

The differently colored memories gather
Goodbye to the person who loved me

Wavering in these eyes

Like a feeling I've been cut off from

I couldn't trust it from the start
As I was left behind by this ever changing street

Those people, who were always coming and going
Can be felt now in the distance
Even the noise grows dim
And fades away in a single breath

I look at your vacant seat
On this boring holiday
You are in my heart forever

Though I pretend to not notice and act in pretense
I was drowned in it, always
Thinking about someone
Because even a side view of his face was heavenly

You were the one who told me the season will end peacefully

The differently colored memories gather
Goodbye to the person who loved me

Wavering in these eyes

Now, how many more times will he be near me?
So, I will keep time for how long this feeling lasts

It is like a wave; it's calm and then retreats
This heart was carried off

Even today the city fills me with thoughts as ever
I draw them each individually...
Goodbye, to that person who loved me
Yearning for the distant sky
Wavering in these eyes

This ever changing street, overflowed with a sigh

Okay, what is it tonight?
Please just tell me what the hell is wrong!
Do you wanna eat?
Do you wanna sleep?
Do you wanna drown?

Just settle down, settle down, settle down!

I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills
give you anything you want–hundred-dollar bills
I'll even let you watch the shows you wanna see
Just marry me marry me marry me!

I'm so sick of you tonight
You never stay awake when I get home
Is something wrong with me?
Is something wrong with you?
I really wish I knew wish I knew wish I knew!

I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills
I'll give you anything you want–hundred-dollar bills
I'll even let you watch the shows you wanna see
Because you marry me marry me marry me!
Marry me marry me marry me!

I was young, I learned a game
And love and happiness were the same
Now I'm older and I don't play–I found out the hardest way.

I got wasted she got mad
Called me names and she called her dad
He got crazy and I did too
Wondered what I did to you.

I gave you candy, gave you diamonds, gave you pills
Gave you anything you want–hundred-dollar bills!
I even let you hear the songs I want to sing
I'll give you anything anything anything
I'll give you anything anything anything
I'll give you anything anything anything
anything
anything
anything

Who really cares?

Who really cares?

When I talk, What I feel, What I say

Nobody Not really

Who wants to take the time to understand

I would like someone to heal me with some empathy

I can't find

Nobody not really

Maybe I'm invisible to the world

Does anyone in the world even think of me?

As more than just a hopeless cause

Maybe the world is not my block, my stoop, my life, my dreams, my anything, anything

Who wants to help?

Mama but she's so tired

Papa but your not here

I'm alone in a big empty space

With nobody not really

Memories often seen as useless by others become a sentimental afterthought. They build and act as the backbone for romantic relationships. Love adds worth to an individual's quirky mannerisms and creates a sense of fondness or appreciation for experiences that may have been considered unpleasant in the past.

This reminds me of a popular Chinese song, "The Moon Represents My Heart" by Teresa Teng. In Chinese context, the moon is an indicator or symbol of love. It is believed that when you look at the moon, your heart is yearning for someone.

From full moon, to half moon, to crescent moon, to several moonless nights, to crescent moon again, then half moon, and finally full moon... the moon constantly changes from phase to phase throughout time, similar to love. At times, the moon may "disappear" and feelings may seem fickle or fleeting, but they always return, replenished and constant.

Irregularity of feeling is not love. If left that ambiguous, that person, give or take, probably was not a defining figure within your life. Either you know or you do not. Harboring romantic feelings for another people outside of the relationship is impossible; there should be no room for petty crushes. If I love someone, I should only see that person and no one else.

Movement

No movement

Just a falling bird

Cold as it hits the bleeding ground

He lived and died

Catch sight

Cover me with earth

Draped in black

Static

White sound

A day without substance

A change of thought

An atmosphere that rots with time

Colors that flicker in water

A short term effect

Scream

As she tries to push him over

Helpless and sick

With teeth of madness

Jump jump dance and sing

Sideways across the desert

A charcoal face

Bites my hand

Time is sweet

Derange and disengage everything

A day without substance

A change of thought

The atmosphere rots with time

Colors that flicker in water

A short term effect

A short term effect

A short term effect

An echo

And a stranger's hand

A short term effect

An echo

And a stranger's hand

A short term effect

Songs that usually leave deep emotional impressions on us are attached to recycled memories. Loss is funny; when it occurs, life seems to make a 360 flip and changes from the inside out. Perception of the future must be reestablished. Eventually grief becomes acceptance and past memories then become useless. Healing seems like a slow extinction of your memories. The hurt is no longer raw as you forget that person's existence, their voice... so you do whatever you can to seize your memories, like calling out their name, but attempts fall short. It seems as though there is a misery to overcoming a depressive state in life or maybe it is all a part of being sentimental. Recovery proves how that person was nothing more than a phase in your life. Nothing important, yet when you listen to a certain song, you are sad, not because of that person, but because of the pain of that memory.

We were strangers.

We were strangers, for way too long, for way too long,

We were strangers, for way too long.

Violent, violent,

Were strangers.

Get weak all the time, may just pass the time,

Me in my own world, yeah you there beside,

The gaps are enormous, we stare from each side,

We were strangers for way too long.

Violent, more violent, his hand cracks the chair,

Moves on reaction, then slumps in despair,

Trapped in a cage and surrendered too soon,

Me in my own world, the one that you knew,

For way too long.

We were strangers, for way too long.

We were strangers,

We were strangers, for way too long.

For way too long.

On a thousand islands in the sea
I see a thousand people just like me
A hundred unions in the snow
I watch them walking, falling in a row
We live always underground
It's going to be so quiet in here tonight
A thousand islands in the sea
It's a shame

And a hundred years ago
A sailor trod this ground I stood upon
Take me away everyone
When it hurts thou

From my head to my toes
From the words in the book
I see a vision that would bring me luck
From my head to my toes
To my teeth, through my nose
You get these words wrong
You get these words wrong
Everytime
You get these words wrong
I just smile

But from my head to my toes
From my knees to my eyes
Everytime I watch the sky
For these last few days leave me alone
But for these last few days leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone

If it makes you happy, it has the potential to be bad. That's reality.