O.O.O (feat. KEEMCOOL)

He had a face

He had a name

I stop on my way and keep looking back

Is it a face I know,

Is it a name I remember,

But when we meet on the street, he pretends not to know me

He is someone’s brother

(He is) someone’s friend

(He is) or someone’s child

What I know about him is

The number of rooms in his house

What I remember about him is

He was even too shy to make eye contact

If he abandons the courage to go outside,

He locks himself in a small room and punishes himself

   

As someone’s child

(As) someone’s siblings

(As) someone’s fake friend, he lived

Even crying and feeling shame were luxuries,

Eating one portion of ramen for two meals

Pouring soju into an empty stomach

with a feeling of atonement throughout his life

He is endlessly tormented

Limping through in the pitch darkness

You, reborn with the morning

I remember you