I moved into the new home.
How come a new home doesn't feel like a new home;
in this new home, full of things from the previous home and the one before that
discarding and discarding some more,
looking at the storage boxes, dirtied by touch
blaming the foolish, impulsive purchases of the past
I spend the wee hours of the morning organizing and organizing
For your information, I have a cold and aches
But I know nothing of that now,
and will let tomorrow's self pay the price
Please be healthy
I thought it was faultless
But today, that bumpy hardwood floor in the kitchen bothers me
Perhaps the previous tenant used a lot of water
It doesn't look good, so I quickly measured so I could buy a rug
The neat even numbers somehow make me feel better
For I am listening to the Lily Chou-Chou soundtrack and I'm not feeling down at all
This certainly proves I am in a good mood
Maybe the place is built on fortunate grounds?
Speaking of which, I don't remember my dreams so well lately
What will I dream about tonight
Will I remember it come tomorrow morning?
I should sleep
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
My sister's question breaks the silence
True, why am I not sleeping?
While staring at the pointy and round and rustling sacks of moving luggage
I opened the blog
The stream of my consciousness is funny
Anyway, I'll stop talking about myself here
I wish you a blank dream tonight
But not lonely, I hope, but instead warm and peaceful, one such dream
Own: Ha Sooyoung be happy
Yves: Thanks to you