A Swing (그네)
Budung (버둥)
A Swing
You disappeared, leaving me behind, while I dozed off
Only that swing that left me bruised remains
Kids grow up to be cool adults
But it’s just me and the piper heading to the swing
Spending money on dreams is such a great thing
I’ll buy up all the swings that left me bruised
Plant them in the corner of the yard, paint them bright
And the kids gather around the piper
Why you left me, forgot me, or just walked away
That doesn’t matter anymore
Why I cared for you, believed in you, or searched for you
That doesn’t matter anymore
An adult with no style drives a flashy car
Sighing heavily, just for a moment away
Adults grow old and need your help
Run straight ahead, you’ve grown up so well
Why you left me, forgot me, or just walked away
That doesn’t matter anymore
Why I cared for you, believed in you, or searched for you
That doesn’t matter anymore
Why I compare your face to my future
Why I left that swing for you in the yard
Why I gave you paint that felt like a dream
You, who came back as an adult, already know
Why you left me, forgot me, or just walked away
That doesn’t matter anymore
Why I cared for you, believed in you, or searched for you
That doesn’t matter anymore
What mattered was caring for you, believing in you, searching for you
But now that doesn’t really matter
Still, caring for you, believing in you, dreaming of you
I know that’s still the truest part of me.
