Miss Crayon

*infires*


Yeogi buteora modu moyeora
we gon' party like lilililalala
Mameul yeoreora meoril biwora
bureul jipyeora lilililalala


May those who love us, love us.
And those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we will know them by their limping.


Blue Army


With noone wearing their real face
It's a whiteout of emotion
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall

When the love in letters fade
It's like moving in slow motion
And we're already too late if we arrive at all

And then we're caught up in the arms race
An involuntary addiction
And we're shedding every value our mothers taught

So will you please show me your real face
Draw the line in the horizon
'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought