
π Memories Are an Album Made by Time (Fukuoka, Japan)
μΆμ΅μ νΉλ³ν μ΄λ²€νΈλ νλ €ν μκ°λ§μΌλ‘ λ§λ€μ΄μ§μ§ μλλ€.
Memories are not built only from grand events or spectacular moments.
μ€νλ € κ°μ₯ νλ²νλ λ λ€μ΄, λμ€μ λμ보면 그리μμΌλ‘ κ°μ₯ μ§κ² λ¨λλ€.
Rather, itβs the most ordinary days that leave the deepest longing when we look back.

λ°λμ΄ λΆλ λ°λ·κ°, νλ μ리μ 묻ν μμμ리.
A windy shore, laughter buried in the sound of waves.
λκ΅°κ°μ κ±·λ κΈΈ, μ무 λ§ μμ΄ μμμλ λ²€μΉ,
The road you once walked with someone, the bench you sat on in silence,
μ λν λ°λ»νλ νμ΄, κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ κ·Έλ λλλ μ¬μν λν.
The unusually warm sunlight, the small talk you shared then.
κ·Έ μκ°μλ μ무λ μ§ μκ² μ§λκ°μ§λ§,
It passed by unnoticed at the time,
μκ°μ΄ μ§λλ©΄ λ§μ νꡬμμ μ°λ₯΄λ μ₯λ©΄μ΄ λλ€.
But in time, it becomes a scene that pierces your heart.

μ€λλ μ¨λ² μ, μμ΄ λ°λ μ¬ν μ¬μ§ ν μ₯.
A faded travel photo from an old album.