Translated by Eduipe

[Tablo]
It's dizzying to step over the threshold. It's a familiar border.
Needless feelings that I pushed away because they cluttered my heart are coated with dust
If I leave here, it will be death. I dropped my steps, for I hated the unfamiliar happiness more than familiar sorrow...
I'm afraid that I will be a used-up shoe. The world, the time, the people put me on crooked. Forget.
What the world thinks piles up like the mountains of newspapers and notices in front of my door. Do not lay out all those demands.
This is my home. Leave me alone. Do [bad word] in, anywhere but here.

[LeeSora]
Even without the tears I cry now.
I just cry like I breathe.
Even when I try to get out of the sorrow-turned-house, on the threshold I cry.
Without realizing I cry.

[Tablo]
Would I have the right to happiness? Why is it that I'm mired so deeply in such shallow wound.
Living is like getting through a hail of arrows, but why do I have such a big target tacked on my heart?
 [bad word] the extremes, and I get left behind, slow-feet-ed. I can't grasp my heart.
I let the world slip through. With happiness only few steps up, I crank up more stairs myself.
For some people all this would be terrifying, but for me its more familiar than laughing.
Crying is just like breathing, the longer you hold it the longer you will exhale.
Let me breathe. Sorrow is my home. I'll stay, right here, where I was.
Even when I go out to happiness, I know well now that I'll [bad word] back home.

[LeeSora]
Even without the tears I cry now.
I just cry like I breathe.
Even when I try to get out of the sorrow-turned-house, on the threshold I cry.
Without realizing I cry.

[Tablo]
To the sorrow that has [bad word] my home,
To the sorrow that has [bad word] my home, can I invite you?

[LeeSora]
Even without the tears I cry now.
I just cry like I breathe.
Even when I try to get out of the sorrow-turned-house, on the threshold I cry.
Without realizing I cry.