어렸을 때 호기심 많고 덜렁대
25 여전히 칠칠맞은 나이
툭하면 눈물이 나던
그때완 조금은 달라졌어
세상도 많이 변해버렸네
난 또 작아지려 해
어쩔 땐 난 커버리기 싫은데
꾸밈없던 날처럼
내 얘길 하고 싶은데 어려워
I wanna take a look around
and every time I try to fly high
꿈을 꾸던 모든 게 선명하게 그려져
느려지는 걸음도 가볍게 느껴져
햇살이 비칠 때 그림자도 짙어져
새파랗게 물들어 늘어지네
모든 게 쏟아져 흘러넘쳐
잠시 또 덩그러니 앉아
익숙해져 버린 지금도 나쁘지 않아
포근한 바람도 불어오니까
어쩔 땐 난 커버리기 싫은데
꾸밈없던 날처럼
내 얘길 하고 싶은데 어려워
I wanna take a look around
and every time I try to fly high
꿈을 꾸던 모든 게 선명하게 그려져
느려지는 걸음도 가볍게 느껴져
고양이와 아웅다웅
빼곡하게 채운 낙서
이리저리 늘어놓은 미니어처
고양이와 아웅다웅
빼곡하게 채운 낙서
이리저리 늘어놓은 미니어처
eoryeosseul ttae hogisim manhgo deolleongdae
25 yeojeonhi chilchilmajeun nai
tukhamyeon nunmuri nadeon
geuttaewan jogeumeun dallajyeosseo
sesangdo manhi byeonhaebeoryeossne
nan tto jagajiryeo hae
eojjeol ttaen nan keobeorigi silheunde
kkumimeopsdeon nalcheoreom
nae yaegil hago sipeunde eoryeowo
I wanna take a look around
and every time I try to fly high
kkumeul kkudeon modeun ge seonmyeonghage geuryeojyeo
neuryeojineun georeumdo gabyeopge neukkyeojyeo
haessari bichil ttae geurimjado jiteojyeo
saeparahge muldeureo neureojine
modeun ge ssodajyeo heulleoneomchyeo
jamsi tto deonggeureoni anja
iksukhaejyeo beorin jigeumdo nappeuji anha
pogeunhan baramdo bureoonikka
eojjeol ttaen nan keobeorigi silheunde
kkumimeopsdeon nalcheoreom
nae yaegil hago sipeunde eoryeowo
I wanna take a look around
and every time I try to fly high
kkumeul kkudeon modeun ge seonmyeonghage geuryeojyeo
neuryeojineun georeumdo gabyeopge neukkyeojyeo
goyangiwa aungdaung
ppaegokhage chaeun nakseo
irijeori neureonoheun minieocheo
goyangiwa aungdaung
ppaegokhage chaeun nakseo
irijeori neureonoheun minieocheo
When I was younger, I had lots of curiosities and was clumsy
25 is still a clumsy age
Crying easily
I’m a bit different than then
The world has changed a lot, too
I’m trying to become small again
At times, I don’t want to grow up
Like natural days
I want to talk about myself, but it’s hard
I wanna take a look around
And every time I try to fly high
Everything I dreamed of gets drawn clearly
Even my slow steps feel light
When the sun shines, shadows also become dark
It’s turning blue
Everything’s pouring out and overflowing
I just sit there for a moment again
It’s not bad getting used to now
Because the cozy wind is blowing, too
At times, I don’t want to grow up
Like natural days
I want to talk about myself, but it’s hard
I wanna take a look around
And every time I try to fly high
Everything I dreamed of gets drawn clearly
Even my slow steps feel light
Quarreling with my cat, filled with scribbles
Miniatures scattered around here and there
Quarreling with my cat, filled with scribbles
Miniatures scattered around here and there