HIRAETH | [KTH + PJM]

[어리석은]

I suppose writing letters that won't ever be read or sent is a foolish thought. Or is it? My hands won't listen, they continue to pen down my inner emotions onto this old bundle of paper.

It doesn't matter whether they are read or not, my feelings won't stop, they wish to be screamed out loud and let you be known of my misery.

It is pathetic, really.