The Season I Missed

[The Season I Missed] Today is a day when I don’t have to do anything. So... for the first time, I can hear the sound outside the window. The world has been singing the same song for a long time, but I kept missing the seasons. The window was always there, and the wind always passed by, but I was so busy.. so tired.. Some remember their youth as a song, and some remember their first love as a season, but I... can’t remember anything... Still... it’s not too late, they say, as today’s wind passes by without knowing my name. I listen to an old song as if hearing it for the first time. Inside it, the time I forgot slowly walks back out. Winter has never waited for me, and spring has never once come to wake me, but I was too tired. What was missing was not the music, and not the wind, but me, standing still for a little while. Only now do I hear it. Only now a season is walking into me. Even if someone says I’m late, I know. It wasn’t gone— it was waiting. Today too, I leave the window slightly open. So that one missing breeze can quietly return to my side. Jeju-borne sounds, written with Suno by cheongann. [청안 | Jeju 바다. 파도. 설렘을 노래로 바꾸는 사람, 가사 쓰고 Suno로 곡을 만듭니다] Cheng Ann/ nature, time, everyday life. Metaphorically connects the inner world, but each song features a slightly different emotional texture.