Y/N' POV
The night seemed to have gotten colder. The wind blew slightly making my h/c hair toss lightly. Despite the drop of temperature, the streets seems to be busy on a Friday night.
Taking my usual spot to do busking, I took my guitar out of the case and left the case open on the floor. I slowly strummed the guitar checking it's tune and cleared my throat.
"It's getting cold..damn it" I whispered under my breathe and checked the mic.
"Mic test 1 2 3..Mic test?" My voice was clear through the mini speaker I had brought with me. This way I wouldnt have to yell on the top of my lungs.
I fidgeted with my face mask that helped hide my identity and slowly started to strum the guitar. The melody started mellow and soft.
(Spring day)
Bogo shipda
Ireoke malhanikka deo
Bogo shipda
Neohi sajineul bogo isseodo
Bogo shipda
Neomu yasokhan shigan
Naneun uriga mibda
Ijen eolgul han beon boneun geotto
Himdeureojin uriga
As I continue with the intro, not a lot of people had taken notice of me. They continued to pass as if I was nothing. 'Please listen' a mantra that kept on ringing in my head. 'You dont have to look but please listen'
Yeogin ontong gyeoul ppuniya
Palworedo gyeouri wa
Maeumeun shiganeul dallyeogane
Hollo nameun seolgukyeolcha
Ni son jabgo
Jigu bandaepyeonkkaji ga
Gyeoureul kkeutnaegopa
Geuriumdeuri
Eolmana nuncheoreom naeryeoya
Geu bomnari olkka
Friend
The rap was soft and melodic. The song started to gain attention and a few people listened to the sweet melody my guitar played. I want my voice to be the source of warmth in this cold weather.
Heogongeul tteodoneun
Jageun meonjicheoreom
Jageun meonjicheoreom
Nallineun nuni naramyeon
Jogeum deo ppalli nege
Daheul su isseul tende
Nunkkochi tteoreojyeoyo
Tto jogeumsshik meoreojyeoyo
Bogo shipda (bogo shipda)
Bogo shipda (bogo shipda)
Eolmana gidaryeoya
Tto myeot bameul deo saewoya
Neol boge doelkka (neol boge doelkka)
Mannage doelkka (mannage doelkka)
As I started the chorus, a few clapped their hands to the beat. A few even took videos. 'Louder' I said inside my head. 'Let them hear my voice, the message this song brings should be able to touch their hearts'
Chuun gyeoul kkeuteul jina
Dashi bomnari ol ttaekkaji
Kkot piul ttaekkaji
Geugose jom deo meomulleojwo
Meomulleojwo
Niga byeonhan geonji
(Niga byeonhan geonji)
Animyeon naega byeonhan geonji
(Naega byeonhan geonji)
I sungan heureuneun shiganjocha miwo
Uriga byeonhan geoji mwo
Moduga geureon geoji mwo
I continued to sing my heart out. 'Let the song speak'. I was closing my eyes trying my best not to strain my voice from the cold. My throat nearly dry. 'Just let me finish this song'
Geurae mibda niga
Neon tteonatjiman
Dan harudo neoreul
Ijeun jeogi eopseotji nan
Soljikhi bogo shipeunde
Iman neoreul jiulge
Geuge neol wonmanghagibodan
Deol apeunikka
Shirin neol bureonae bonda
Yeongicheoreom hayan yeongicheoreom
Malloneun jiunda haedo
Sashil nan ajik neol bonaeji mothaneunde
Nunkkochi tteoreojyeoyo
Tto jogeumsshik meoreojyeoyo
Bogo shipda (bogo shipda)
Bogo shipda (bogo shipda)
Eolmana gidaryeoya
Tto myeot bameul deo saewoya
Neol boge doelkka (neol boge doelkka)
Mannage doelkka (mannage doelkka)
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