have a sip of tea - life at first lingering

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.

life at first lingering.

after all, musical stories are about finding home within ourselves,

we are all just travelers,

searching for where our truth dwells.

what is maturity?

maturity is an ache, a quiet, steady burn,

it closes all unjust deaths' eyes,

yet the bubbles still turn,

burying the bones of those taken too soon,

their innocence whistles beneath the pale moon.

(똥, 똥, 똥, 똥, 똥)

destroyed by the same hands that once showed what real love feel like,

& held love tight,

love was a lie, masked in the night.

the lie was love, twisted and true,

now it lingers, like shadows do.

(똥, 똥, 똥, 똥, 똥)

what do you call those who,

after the years have passed with no contacts,

still speak your name, holding on to these bubbles and the past?

they still call you their friend, their partner, their love—

but delusion, like ghosts, hovers above.

(똥, 똥, 똥, 똥, 똥)

your body knows first, a silent, deep breath,

it's quick on the draw,

while your mind takes its time, slow to accept,

dragging its feet,

stuck in the law.

it takes its sweet time,

slow to believe,

the truth, like a seed, takes root in your chest,

until your heart finally decides to leave,

& only then will it find rest,

in its final resting slumber,

& it have something to say,

나 똥싸야돼! (나 똥싸야돼!)

may you have the courage,

the acceptance,

to find your peace of mind,

knowing some are but written words on a chapter only,

have fun;

"나 똥싸야돼! (나 똥싸야돼!)

(똥, 똥, 똥, 똥, 똥)"

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