The road is in the haze of mist
Fine dust to drink hard
Without snow
It doesn't rain
My bare soles
I burn it white every day
Muscle burns
Sweep and push and wipe
I grab it again
Now my hard palm
(Ah, ah)
When cold soju spills into the glass
Moist under my nails
Rain clouds in the dry sky
Get a little push
When this bitter soju spills on the glass
Moist under my nails
Red on my right cheek
Now
It's raining