last year i was so lost but that night was beautiful i was living in london, and i had a punk boy in my life and it was such a relief to run away to new york city i had no time to buy costume, so i just wore my old dolce&gabbana from the 90s ironically the one the punk boy gave to me … i felt so…free and kind of excited i was with my best friend p, and it was beautiful and strange night we ended up in the most strangest place, most awkward moments so newyork.
i think this year i will remember today as the day i slept 10 hours without any help of anything or anyone without any dreams and woke up feeling peaceful and happy. no more running away from something or someone or myself. i wonder what will happen tonight
Can you translate this: 그냥 단순히
시간은 너무 짧아
그리고 기억은 너무 아파
더 쓸쓸한거 보다 나을지 몰라
차라리 서로 때리는게 나을지 몰라
하지만 그냥 나는 너무 아까워 시간이
(I tried my best to translate for you, I apologise in advance if there are any errors!)
time is simply too short and memories are too painful there is no need for painful memories i’d rather clash it may be better than just being weary perhaps fighting with each other would be better but i don’t have much time
i stand across the light holding plastic bags i respond to the man i dont know who smiles at me i dont exist only something almost near perfection i dont even move my head and i dont even jay walk in front of the police car as it is. like this.