Amor Mio by Lee Hyori, from the album Monochrome

 

 https://music.apple.com/nz/album/amor-m%C3%ADo-feat-%EB%B0%95%EC%A7%80%EC%9A%A9/1611692757?i=1611693071

 

 

 I like this song.

 

 

I can’t tell anymore
whether morning is coming
or night is falling.
Since you left me,
it feels like everything has stopped.

I don’t know where to look,
or where I’m supposed to go.
Since you left me,
it feels like everything has changed.

Amor mio, oh my love,
please turn back, just once.
Each day, I’m withering more and more.
Amor mio, oh my love,
please remember me, just once.
Each day, I’m collapsing a little more.

Like that single red flower
that has forgotten when to bloom or fall,
I’ve lost my season—
I don’t even have a scent anymore.

Your voice that came to me
in last night’s dream,
those days when I trusted myself to you,
without fear—

Amor mio, oh my love,
please turn back, just once.
Each day, I’m withering more and more.
Amor mio, oh my love,
please remember me, just once.
Each day, I’m breaking down a little more.

Take me as light out of this darkness.
Let rain fall again on me as I dry up.
With your touch, help me rise.
Wake my soul that is fading away.
Please—call my name again.
Call me, yeah.

Amor mio,
oh my love—
come back to me again.

 

 

To the person by Hareem

 

 https://music.apple.com/nz/album/to-the-person/385048952?i=385049021

 

 

 

I like this song. 

 

 

 

 

There were nights, once,
when I stayed awake till dawn
thinking of you—
such nights did exist.
Even now, at times,
thinking of you,
there are dreams
by the heavy pillow’s edge.

On the unfamiliar streets
of some other world,
I was barely twenty,
watching the day fade in anguish.
Though I wandered
through pitch-dark nights,
you are a sorrow
already forgotten.

Thinking of you, even now,
tears would come
on a rain-soaked sandy shore.
There are dreams
by the heavy pillow’s edge—
yet you are a sorrow
already forgotten.

Three years have flowed by
like water in time;
even the long-stagnant water
in a well has grown turbid.
But the words you spoke—
“Let us go together”—
remain a wound
where flesh meets flesh.

Spring grass sprouts
when spring returns,
but the tree’s root
has been cut away.
If I were a bird,
both wings would be broken—
there will be no day
when flowers bloom on me again.

Each night, when the rooster cries
and dawn breaks,
that is when I go out
to greet your spirit.
When the waning moon
hangs on the mountain,
that is when I prepare
offerings for your road.

Time flows away like water,
yet the words—
“Let us go together”—
though spoken as if
you would forget me completely,
are words I cannot forget
until I die.