"Cha Eun-Woo" Thousand Paper Cranes

"At that time, we at least boldly used the word 'love' without taking any responsibility or thinking about the future." The summer dusk between rainy days spreads like old and blurred teardrops on the Yunxuan letter. The glimmer of light quietly filtered through the gaps in his shirt, and his calm face was filled with unspoken secret love. At that moment, it was probably like the clear creases of a piece of paper. You hear the sound of time folding into your overlapping past. "My dad said I can't fall in love until college." You look at the sparkling soot. "You are my extraneous branch." You heard his gentle sigh. His breath was hot, like falling snow melting into the red twilight. The sound was too hoarse. We have even lost the color of dusk, when the blue night falls No one saw us holding hands. * Let the silent love leave the skin of youth blank Let each other's temperatures see each other through a gentle night Let the paper crane rest forever in that meager rainy season Intention: Towards Cha Eun-woo