떠나고 싶었지만, 떠나지는 못한 하루에 대한 기록입니다.

이 노래는 각자 다르게 들어도 괜찮은 곡이에요.

떠오른 생각이 있다면 편하게 남겨주세요.

A song about wanting to escape, but staying.

This song is meant to be heard differently by each listener.

If any thoughts come to mind, feel free to share them.

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" 여행... 가 볼래?"

"어디로가게!"

"말리부!"

지금 이, 자리에서 벗어나, 떠나고 싶은 말리부.

지금과, 떨어지고 싶어, 이, 짓, 잠깐, 끝.

멀리 떠나가, 간다는 소식에, 사람들은 말리고,

지금, "그런 생각이 떠오르냐", 말, 툭!, 흘리고,

잠깐!, 벗어나고 싶은 마음, 가자! 말리부!

멈춰!, 잡아두려 하는 마음, 가지말라고!

네가 생각하는 그 곳은, 지금은 못 가,

네가 가고 싶은 그 곳을, 나중으로 미뤄,

네가 떠나고 싶은 마음, 지금 멈춰.

쏟아지는 말들을 뱉으며, 나를 묶으려, 불리고,

떠나려는 맘을 잡아두려, 공감인 척, 날, 홀리고,

난, 또, 그, 말에 물리고.

떠나고 싶어, 드넓은 해안가,

따뜻함을 몸에 두르고, 즐기는 여유...

어둑해진 하늘을 보고, 떠오르는 여운...

"떠나고, 싶어!"

떠나지는 못해..

왜냐고?

그야, 당연히, 벌어야지...

벌고, 벌고, 벌어야지...

살, 자리를 만드려, 쉴, 틈을 없애야지.

"살아야 하니까.."

살아야, 사람이라 불리고,

버텨야, 인정을 받게 되고,

참아야, 됨됨이를 증명한데..

지금 이, 자리에서 벗어나, 떠나고 싶은 말리부.

지금과, 떨어지고 싶어, 이, 짓, 잠깐, 끝.

멀리 떠나가, 갔다는 얘기에, 사람들이 알리고,

지금, "가지마...",

사람에게 이름이 불리고...

어둑해지는 시야 속 이상향을 꿈꾸며,

드넓은 해안가를 다니는 상상을 하며,

떠나지는 못한 채

여유 섞인 날들을 바라보고 있어.

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“Wanna… go on a trip?”

“Where to?”

“Malibu.”

Malibu I want to run to,

to step out of this place for a moment.

I want to break away from now,

end this thing, just for a while.

When I say I might leave far away,

people rush to stop me,

asking, “Why would you even think that?”

tossing words at me, just like that.

Just for a moment, I want to escape —

let’s go, Malibu.

But another voice pulls me back,

telling me not to go.

The place you’re thinking of,

you can’t go there right now.

The place you want to reach,

save it for later.

The feeling that wants to leave —

stop it, for now.

They throw their words at me,

calling my name just to tie me down.

Pretending to understand,

they try to hold me here,

they charm me,

and again,

I get bitten by those words.

I want to leave —

the wide open coastline,

wrapping myself in warmth,

a quiet kind of ease.

Watching the darkening sky,

the afterglow drifting in…

“I want to go.”

But I can’t.

Why?

Because of course, I have to earn.

Earn, and earn, and keep earning.

To make a place to live,

I erase every moment of rest.

“Because I have to live.”

To live, to be called a person.

To endure, to be recognized.

To hold it in,

to prove what kind of person I am.

Malibu I want to run to,

to step out of this place for a moment.

I want to break away from now,

end this thing, just for a while.

When the story spreads that I’ve gone far away,

people call it out,

and say, “Don’t go…”

calling me by my name.

Dreaming of an ideal place

inside a dimming view,

imagining myself walking

along a wide open shore.

Unable to leave,

I stand here,

looking at days

that feel slightly easier to breathe.