Ahhhh, These Chains! (쇠사슬)
Mid-Air Thief
Ahhhh, These Chains!
Tired and worn-out days, stepping on the ground, looking up at the sky that's getting higher, closing my dry eyes
Twisted chains, gaining speed, circling above the narrowed shadow, slowly tightening
Someone keeps swinging a blood-stained knife, spitting on the asphalt in all directions, gathering firewood
Weak arms out of control, staggering, pushing against the hardening wall, slowly being pushed back
