Myeongdong was a dream but as we know reality is always a step away from what we want to happen. Still, the music in the background and the faces of the people showcasing similarities made it seem close to the expectation.
Amthan (anyway) , on a bright day or a peaceful lit night, with the love of my life or the person who defines my existence, we will be there. The belief is what makes the heart move forward. For if hope is lost, Taeyang won't ever meet you. But if you keep it alive in your heart, then once, at least once in your life you would study that which you wouldn't laze around from. It's all inside the big head that you carry around. After a while, you forget if you are writing all of it by becoming the first or the second person. Then again, I think there is a word for the type of writing that she writes. Every topic that starts never ends on the same note. The world being round, you can never think of meeting at the same point unless you have roamed the oceans and the climbed the mountains.
Myeongdong, like I said, is a dream. We will be there, someday, gracing through the stores and shuffling through the delicacies, finding all the look-a-likes of Dong gu and Bo young and hoping to meet them in the lanes lit with neon lights and 'glamourized' by 'cheer up baby' and 'bang bang gang' and 'pi ttam nunmul'.
P.S: Went to commercial street, heard Sunday prayer from the church and saw people with tiny eyes among other things.
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