2018.6.9
Today, the weather has been quite unpredictable. Like the weather, I've been tossing here and there, making it a perfect Saturday for writing or just thinking. This morning, the cloudy fog made me think, "What kind of day is today going to be?" Right in that mood, I went to a karaoke and sang Shin Seunghoon Ahjussi's song and cursed...ㅇㅅㅇ
Had it been an hour? That piercing sunlight that made my skin like this, suddenly appeared and shone brightly, just like a lie. "Wow, this feels like something." I grabbed my oil and went to the helipad, tanning my front and back. An hour passed. It got too hot, I couldn't continue.
After lunch, I watched the re-run of 'Heart Signal 2'. I cheered hard, felt a bid sad. Outside, the dark clouds gathered and all my emotions spilled out. "Wow, thank goodness I didn't had any operation/mission today." An hour passed. Unlike my expectations, the rain stopped. The clouds were dark, but the sunlight peeked through, creating this image where it looked like the sun was bursting out from the cloud. It was quite the sight, but I didn't have a camera with me.
Earlier, I recalled a lonely scene from a November morning when snow fell onto an empty playground. When I first went on a mission at 4 AM, the whole sky was filled with dust until everything was covered in white. "Wow, I didn't know our country could look like this," I thought. On a day with 99% moonlight during an ambush, there were so many stars in the sky but the sky was so bright with stars that you could see the landscape clearly. As the weather got warmer, I noticed a shift in the scent of the season. It was tough from all the training, but suddenly, I could smell the scent of sunlight filling the air all day, making me feel sentimental.
Ah, how should I put it... I’m just trying to figure out what’s a good standard, what kind of day it is, and what I’m seeing. I wanted to share this thought, even though it's hard to see each other. I don't want to put pressure on anyone, but the most I can say is 'I miss you.' Anyway, it was a good weekend. I was able to write. I thought about making a comeback as soon as I’m discharged. I thought about traveling to Japan or far-off Europe. Here, I get swept up in these thoughts and wonder if I should go back to school. Ah, are we going together?! But when is my discharge? I looked back, and it’s already been 8 months since I enlisted. If I look ahead, there's still more than a year left. Ahaha. So, moving forward, I’ll keep going. I’ll do my best. Thank you. Loyalty. From Private Kim who is far away.
Sero Nero-ya.
I had a drink in Paris today. I bought a postcard at a souvenir shop and picked up a pen. I've become someone who nags a lot. I love you, Sero Nero.
I'm so proud of you, Sero Nero. I'm always sorry.
-He said, 'I'm always sorry'!!! But why did you do that to her? Why didn't he go to her funeral?
-What the f*ck is this?
-Hannam-ah... Hannam-ah...
-......... Wow, I can really feel the generation gap.
-I feel really bad for Kim Saeron. She was at the age where she should've been making memories, but instead, she fell into a trap.
-I really want to f*cking throw up.
-He didn't write her real name in case someone saw his letter... F*ck him.
-This is disgusting.
-He's truly the worst.
-He's just talking about himself...
-He's such a narcissist...
-What is he saying? He's rambling. These letters totally give off 'Ahjussi' vibes.
-Are these really love letters...? So f*cking cringey.
-I wonder if Saeron even knew the singer he mentioned in the letter.
-These don't sound like a love letter at all. He's just talking about himself non-stop.
