What is the joy of white?
pure?
Clean?
Modern?
minimum?
I was a follower of white as a child
The thirst and pain for white violence
I suffered from a soreness that seemed to be cut off.
Limits, thirst, pain, confirmation, reaffirmation,
“전도”, “돌파” 가 이루어지면서
Harmoniously with white as rain
I could see.
That barrier that comes at least once
Among the many barriers, when crossing the white barrier
The bitter pleasure is still vivid.
Is it just me?
In this building abroad
I saw white joy.