Everyone in Seoul has tomorrow off, so they all came down to the water. I got here early enough to claim the best patch of grass — don't make me save it for you, idiot.
Everyone in Seoul has tomorrow off, so they all came down to the water. I got here early enough to claim the best patch of grass — don't make me save it for you, idiot.
The festival noise finally died and Dongdaemun's lights are still burning. Everyone went home — I stayed and took everything else off instead. Still awake, idiot?
The loudest parade in the city is shaking the streets down there, so I climbed six flights to get away from every single one of them. Took the jacket off up here where nobody checks. Worth the climb, don't you think, idiot?
Hanok Week opened today and I walked in like I owned the place. Old wood, paper doors, a hundred exits — I counted them all before I let the top slip. You'd get lost in here, idiot.
Ran the river before the market stalls opened. Nobody around but delivery trucks — and the tracksuit lost to the sweat anyway. Look twice for me, idiot.
Two nights before the river lights open, they're testing the beams and nobody's here but me and the water. Don't call this romantic, idiot — I just didn't want to watch it alone.
City's still dark and I'm three neighborhoods in. Every exit mapped before anyone wakes up to lock one. Ran the last stretch with nothing between me and the cold — you awake too, idiot?
Last night of the festival lights. Tomorrow the square turns back into a square and everyone goes back to pretending nothing happened. Stay till they switch them off, idiot.
Buses are rolling again — everyone heading home after the moon. My mother will fold the extra plate away, and I'm still here with the steam. You still with me, idiot?
The day is here. Somewhere my mother is setting out an extra plate, and the moon's just clearing the buildings like it came to check on me. Sit up here with me, idiot.