싫은 날 [Bad Day] [silh-eun nal] [English translation]

Under the tall street light

I’m on my way back home alone

Saying the lonely words, I don’t want to go…

My footsteps get slower

I go around the neighborhood a few times and in the end

I stand in front of my house

and fish for my keys

I’m a loner in my noise-less room

Feeling nervous, I turn up the TV volume

But why are those people laughing?

I hope a dark rain falls

I feel someone’s body heat on the empty playground bench

Why is this warmth making me feel even colder?

I bury my face in my scrunched up shoulders

My hands that I hid in my pockets get cold

The wind is colder than yesterday

so I snuggle deeper into my blankets

But the wind digs in and makes me cold

in every nook and cranny

Outside the window, there are no signs of life,

as if the lights have all turned off

As I look out, I let out a meaningless breath

My room is colder than the middle of winter,

the air is cold even to the tips of my fingers

If spring never comes, would that be better?

Will the icicles in my room melt when a sunny,

good day comes?