To revive - Work interrupted construction site,

To revive - Work interrupted construction site, rusty steel bars song
Gimhae flower


1. about a beautiful death

The most beautiful death is
disappearing without trace
I fall down when I have to fall down
It's rotting when it's supposed to bite
It becomes soil
It becomes the wind
in a moment of calm darkness
the act of being forgotten

It's everything and nothing
in a dark or dark manner
It's a place that's so empty
the most beautiful death

The life that was full of life has been emptied
from the darkness or the glare
All newness begins
New things lead to eternity

2. Like a hero with a medal on his chest

One day, the glowing swearing and hammer sound that woke us up from the deep sleep of the night disappeared, and the winter wind poured into the hot construction site, and the wood and rebar killed lying down or standing tied on the day of tearing apart the dream of a flag that was flapping with claws like a beast

After that day, it became a ruin that didn't wait for the morning, but I was proud of us standing there staring at the sky with our eyes open. If it can be a song that doesn't fall down like this, if it can be a cry of blood, bleeding even if it dies standing

I waited for the revival with excitement
"Wind the vines of a Japanese apricot flower"
If it's a blooming morning
Like a hero with a medal on his chest
It was heart-warming even when we died standing up


3. Hardness is a great sadness

The sunfish twine got tangled and covered in pieces of burning wood and steel bars, and last summer's storm brought down the roof of a hamburger house and the formwork that was holding out in the winter's blizzard collapsed. I heard a short scream at the end of my last struggle without any help. But after a long, fearful period of silence, I opened my eyes again, and what I saw was not the horrors of the torn carcass, but a comfortable break quietly buried in the white snow

Hardness is a great sadness
For things that fall down or fall down
You can't do anything
the hardness of having to stand alone
What a dark despair
Now my shining eyes are rusty
I can only see the darkness
I can't fall down
I'll stand there, and I'll be out of breath
Even after I die, I'll bleed for a long time
You have to stand up and struggle
How hard is a punishment


4. for the resurrection of

Born into the world with hard metal
or flashing tools
More than a bloody weapon
It's a world that breaks easily and collapses easily
in bone and tendon
Connect your broken heart
It's like raising your fallen chest
It's a straight line. It's a steel bar

If it's useless
It gets rusty and buried in the soil
Even if you hide in the weeds and forget about it
If you feel a great sadness from the abandoned person
He's staring at the sky with his fierce eyes open
Only the hot heart in the furnace
I wanted to keep it by nature

I'm going to die standing
Am I still a steel bar
At best, I'll raise you to a loneliness
You have to stand there bleeding even after you die
Hardness is still iron

If you fall down, you'll get rusty
As long as I'm standing, I'm just ruined
Someone take me down