πŸ”΅πŸŒΌ[κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ μ™œ λͺ¨λ₯΄κ² λŠ”κ°€..] κ°€λ‚œν•œ μ‚¬λž‘ λ…Έλž˜/μ‹ κ²½λ¦Ό

πŸ”΅πŸŒΌ[κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ μ™œ λͺ¨λ₯΄κ² λŠ”κ°€..] κ°€λ‚œν•œ μ‚¬λž‘ λ…Έλž˜/μ‹ κ²½λ¦Ό

#μ‹œλ‚­μ†‘#μ’‹μ€μ‹œλ‚­μ†‘#μ‹œλ‚­λ… πŸŽ‹μ—¬λŸ¬λΆ„ μ–΄μ„œ μ˜€μ„Έμš” λ°˜κ°‘μŠ΅λ‹ˆλ‹€ 이 μ±„λ„μ—μ„œλŠ” ν•œκ΅­μΈμ΄ μ’‹μ•„ν•˜λŠ” μ‹œ,μš°λ¦¬μ—κ²Œ 곡감과 치유,μœ„λ‘œκ°€ λ˜λŠ” 쒋은 μ‹œλ“€μ„ μ—¬λŸ¬λΆ„μ—κ²Œ μ†Œκ°œν•˜κ³  낭솑해 λ“œλ¦¬λ €κ³  ν•©λ‹ˆλ‹€ 이 μ˜μƒλ“€μ΄ μ—¬λŸ¬λΆ„λ“€μ˜ λ§ˆμŒμ„ νŽΈμ•ˆν•˜κ²Œ ν•˜κ³ ,νœ΄μ‹ν•˜κ²Œ ν•˜λ©°,μž‘μ€ 즐거움이 되 μ…¨μœΌλ©΄ ν•©λ‹ˆλ‹€ 🎼BGM(λ°°κ²½μŒμ•…):YouTube Channel(Music Diary) 🎡 ☘ κ°€λ‚œν•œ μ‚¬λž‘ λ…Έλž˜ μ‹  κ²½ λ¦Ό κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ μ™Έλ‘œμ›€μ„ λͺ¨λ₯΄κ² λŠ”κ°€ λ„ˆμ™€ ν—€μ–΄μ Έ λŒμ•„μ˜€λŠ” 눈 μŒ“μΈ 골λͺ©κΈΈμ— μƒˆνŒŒλž—κ²Œ 달빛이 μŸμ•„μ§€λŠ”λ° κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ 두렀움이 μ—†κ² λŠ”κ°€ 두 점을 μΉ˜λŠ” μ†Œλ¦¬ λ°©λ²”λŒ€μ›μ˜ ν˜Έκ°μ†Œλ¦¬ 메밀묡 사렀 μ†Œλ¦¬μ— λˆˆμ„ 뜨면 멀리 μœ‘μ€‘ν•œ 기계 κ΅΄λŸ¬κ°€λŠ” μ†Œλ¦¬ κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ 그리움을 λ²„λ Έκ² λŠ”κ°€ μ–΄λ¨Έλ‹˜ 보고 μ‹Άμ†Œ μˆ˜μ—†μ΄ λ‡Œμ–΄λ³΄μ§€λ§Œ 집 λ’€ κ°λ‚˜λ¬΄μ— 까치λ°₯으둜 ν•˜λ‚˜ λ‚¨μ•˜μ„ μƒˆλΉ¨κ°„ 감 λ°”λžŒμ†Œλ¦¬λ„ κ·Έλ €λ³΄μ§€λ§Œ κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ 그리움을 λ²„λ Έκ² λŠ”κ°€ μ–΄λ¨Έλ‹˜ 보고 μ‹Άμ†Œ μˆ˜μ—†μ΄ λ‡Œμ–΄λ³΄μ§€λ§Œ 집 λ’€ κ°λ‚˜λ¬΄μ— 까치λ°₯으둜 ν•˜λ‚˜ λ‚¨μ•˜μ„ μƒˆλΉ¨κ°„ 감 λ°”λžŒμ†Œλ¦¬λ„ κ·Έλ €λ³΄μ§€λ§Œ κ°€λ‚œν•˜λ‹€κ³  ν•΄μ„œ μ™œ λͺ¨λ₯΄κ² λŠ”κ°€ κ°€λ‚œν•˜κΈ° λ•Œλ¬Έμ— 이것듀을 이 λͺ¨λ“  것듀을 버렀야 ν•œλ‹€λŠ” 것을 ☘ Poor love song Nervous Being poor doesn't make you feel lonely Coming back from you The moonlight is pouring down the snowy alleys It's not a fear to be poor the sound of hitting two points The guard's whistle, buckwheat noodles, The sound of a heavy machine rolling away when you open your eyes You can't give up your longing just because you're poor I miss your mother I've tried so many times There's a persimmon tree in the back of the house, and there's one left for magpie rice I'm drawing the sound of the wind in the red You can't give up your longing just because you're poor I miss your mother I've tried so many times There's a persimmon tree in the back of the house, and there's one left for magpie rice I'm drawing the sound of the wind in the red Why don't you know if you're poor? Because I'm poor, I'm poor That I have to throw all these things away