"I died yesterday. The previously colorless, tasteless, and meaningless Kim Min-guk is now just gasping for breath after meeting Jihyo. A fragrance that can be felt in the brightened world. A breeze that brushed through the deep cave I was wandering in. Meaning found through it. Blind eyes in the snowfall of winter that had drifted away. White snow running towards the light seen with the eyes. I died yesterday, and I took my first breath yesterday."
-He's a poet
-He's a poet. Yes, he's a poet. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Min-guk, whether as an announcer or whatever, he should definitely be in broadcasting ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Min-guk, you should be on TV. You'll do great ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-He's turning ordinary conversation into poetry ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-He writes really well ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Min-guk, even if he becomes a drama or movie writer, he'll do well. I heard he studied film at New York University. He's likely to do well. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Min-guk writes really well, ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Write a novel, ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Min-guk, ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ seems like he's read a lot of books
-Min-guk, write a book or something, ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-It's a very poetic essay
-Min-guk has gone crazy, ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
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