#title why, or why not #keywords 노래,가사,쓰르ë¼ë¯¸ 울ì ì— [[HTML(<center>)]] attachment:whynot.jpg?width=430 http://i.freeegg.kr/isrc/img/2008/05/05/92680/tok_0001.jpg?width=400 [[HTML(<center>)]] [[Play(http://club.chungnang.seoul.kr/ReadyWeb/ForumDownload?siteID=qwer&attachID=0&forumID=Resource_hyacinth_1&messageID=113,artists='Katakiri Rekka',titles='why or why not')]] [[HTML(</center>)]] {{{ why, or why not Vocals: 大嶋啓之(Oshima Hiroyuki) feat. 片霧烈ç«(Katakiri Rekka) Lyrics: interface Music & Sound Produce: 大嶋啓之(Oshima Hiroyuki) To get my happiness I had done everything, 행복해지기 위해서, ì €ëŠ” 온 íž˜ì„ ë‹¤í–ˆìŠµë‹ˆë‹¤, but had done nothing to be blamed and accused of. ê·¸ë ‡ì§€ë§Œ, ë¹„ë‚œë°›ì„ ë§Œí•œ ì¼ì€ ì ˆëŒ€ 하지 않았습니다. The sound of footsteps became louder every day, ë°œê±¸ìŒ ì†Œë¦¬ëŠ”, ë‚ ë¡œ ì»¤ì ¸ê°€ë„¤ìš”, Then I noticed the fact there was no time. 진실로 ì €ëŠ”, ë”는 ì‹œê°„ì´ ë‚¨ì•„ 있지 ì•Šì€ ê±¸ ëŠë‚니다. I was a believer in life to be myself always, ì–¸ì œë‚˜ ìžì‹ 답게 있기 위해, ì €ëŠ” ìŠ¤ìŠ¤ë¡œì˜ ì‚¶ì„ ê¸ì •í–ˆìŠµë‹ˆë‹¤. and was asking whether I would be alive. ê·¸ë¦¬ê³ , ë‚´ê°€ 살아있는 건지 아닌지, ì–¸ì œë‚˜ 물었습니다. Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way, 왜, ì´ ë°©ë²•ì€ ì•ˆ ë˜ëŠ” 것ì¸ì§€ ê·¸ ì´ìœ 를 ë“¤ë ¤ì£¼ì„¸ìš”, or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins. ê·¸ë ‡ì§€ 않으면, ì €ë¥¼ 지울 수 없는 죄로 ì¸í•œ ìœ ì£„ë¼ê³ , 심íŒí•´ì£¼ì„¸ìš”. Tell me why, or why not. Complaining way too much, 왜 그런 건지, 왜 ê·¸ë ‡ì§€ ì•Šì€ ê±´ì§€, 대답해주세요. maybe I overlooked something fatal for me. ì œê²Œ 있어 치명ì ì¸ ë¬´ì–¸ê°€ë¥¼, 못 ë³´ê³ ë„˜ê²¼ëŠ”ì§€ë„ ëª¨ë¦…ë‹ˆë‹¤. The whole world was at a complete standstill, and I was in fetters, at the mercy of the mob. The silent warning became louder every day. Then I kept pretending not to hear. Its meaning had been in the eyes of beholder all along. It had grown dark before I found a sign. “Among the nonsense tragedies, what on earth you are looking for? You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate.†Tell me why, or why not. Complaining way too much, maybe I overlooked something fatal for me. There is nobody who knows there will be nobody. Except for me, all the world has gone mad. So what is forgiveness you are willing to withhold? What is the well-being you are willing to make? Now what? So what? Don’t you come interrupt me, oh please, while I am interrupting myself. y_hyacinth@hotmail.com 2009.4. }}}