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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Eyedea]Bottle Dreams |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Everyone knew she was a special young girl from her neighbors to her teachers ´©±¸³ª ±×³à°¡ Ưº°ÇÑ ¾î¸° ¼Ò³à¶ó´Â °É ¾Ë¾ÒÁö, ÀÌ¿ôºÎÅÍ ¼±»ý±îÁö Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius ¸î¸îÀº ½Åµ¿À̶ó°í ºÎ¸£°í, ³ª¸ÓÁö´Â õÀç¶ó°í ºÒ·¶Áö It was amazing the way she could play the violin ±×³àÀÇ ¹ÙÀ̿ø° ¿¬ÁÖ´Â Á¤¸» ³î¶ó¿ö¼ It made it hard for people to believe that she was only ten »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×³à°¡ 10»ìÀ̶ó´Â °É ¹Ï±â ¾î·Á¿öÇϰï Çß¾î But behind every brilliant mind, there lies a monster ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¶È¶ÈÇÑ ¸¶À½ µÚ¿¡´Â, Ç×»ó ±«¹°ÀÌ ÀÖ´Â ¹ý This one just so happened to be her father ÀÌ °æ¿ì ±× ±«¹°Àº °ø±³·Ó°Ôµµ ±×³àÀÇ ¾Æºü¿´¾î See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playin touchy touch ±×³àÀÇ ¾Æºü´Â ºñÁ¤»óÀ̾úÁö, Ç×»ó Ãæµ¿ÀûÀ¸·Î ±×³à À̰÷Àú°÷À» ¸¸Áö°í And tellin her to keep it hush, Á¶¿ëÈ÷ Ç϶ó°í ¸»À» ÇßÁö it was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust ±×°Ç ¹ÏÀ» »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇß´ø ±×ÀÇ ºñ¹Ð½º·¯¿î »ç¶ûÀÇ ¹æ¹ýÀ̾ú¾î Fucked her head up, sayin if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us ±×³àÀÇ ¸Ó¸® ¼ÓÀ» ¸Á°¡¶ß·Á, ¾ö¸¶°¡ »ì¾ÆÀÖ¾ú´Ù¸é ¿ì¸®¸¦ ÀÚ¶û½º·¯¿öÇßÀ» °Å¶ó¸ç So she'd hide the desire to die ±×·¡¼ ±×³à´Â Á×°í ½Í´Ü ¼Ò¿øÀ» ¼û°Ü But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes ±×·¯³ª ÀÚ¼¼È÷ º¸¸é ±×³àÀÇ ´« ¼Ó¿¡ ½½ÇÄÀÌ º¸ÀÌÁö Walking around in the only real hell ÀÌ À¯ÀÏÇÑ, Çö½Ç ¼ÓÀÇ Áö¿ÁÀ» ¶°µµ´Â No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell ±×³à¿¡°Ô ÀÌ·± ½½Ç À̾߱Ⱑ ÀÖÀ¸¸®¶ó°í ´©°¡ »ý°¢ÇßÀ»±î Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin Áý¿¡ °¡±âµµ, ¾ê±âÇϱ⵵, ¿ï±âµµ ¹«¼¿ö She was too young to even know why ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Ê¹« ¾î·Á¼ ±× ÀÌÀ¯µµ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â ±×³à [Chorus] And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin ±×¸®°í ¸ÅÀÏ ±×³à´Â °°¡¿¡ ÂÊÁö°¡ µç º´À» °¡Áö°í °¡ 'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow' 'Á¦¹ß, ÇÏ´À´Ô µµ¿ÍÁÖ¼¼¿ä, ³»ÀÏÀ» º¸±â ½È¾î¿ä'¶ó°í ÀûÈù... Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope ¸ÅÀÏ ±×³à´Â °¡´À´Ù¶õ Èñ¸Á ÇÑ °¡´ÚÀ» Àâ°í Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat ±× º´ÀÌ ¶°Àֱ⸸À» ¹Ù¶óÁö But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÇÏ·çµµ »©³õÁö ¾Ê°í, º´Àº °¡¶ó¾É³× I don't know why but the bottle always sinks ¿ÖÀÎÁö ¸ô¶óµµ º´Àº Ç×»ó °¡¶ó¾É³× She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks ±×³à´Â º¸Áö ¸øÇصµ, º´Àº Ç×»ó °¡¶ó¾É³× Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks ÀÌÁ¦ ° ¹Ù´Ú¸¸ÀÌ ±×³àÀÇ »ý°¢À» ¾Ë°í ÀÖ³× She made that violin sing with so much pain ±×³à´Â ¾öû³ °íÅëÀ» ´ã¾Æ ¹ÙÀ̿ø°À» ³ë·¡ÇÏ°Ô Çß¾î You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations ±× ±â¹¦ÇÑ Áøµ¿ ¼Ó¿¡ °ÅÀÇ µé¸±µí ÇÏ´ø ±×³àÀÇ ºñ¸í What was once sweet and innocent is now riding with the psychotic father ÇѶ§ ´ÞÄÞÇÏ°í ¼ø°áÇÏ¿´´ø Á¸Àç, ÀÌÁ¨ ±× ¼ø¼öÇÏ°í ¼º½º·¯¿î ²ÉµéÀ» Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred ¸ÅÀÏ Áý¾î»ïŰ´Â ¹ÌÄ£ ¾Æ¹öÁö¿Í ÇÔ²²Çϰí ÀÖ´Ù´Ï Her instrument was a rolly tongue ±×³àÀÇ ¾Ç±â´Â ¸»¾Æµç Çô To express the infinite abuse in it's depths ±× ±í¼÷È÷¼ ¹«ÇÑÇÑ Çд븦 Ç¥ÇöÇß¾î At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap ¹ã¿¡ ¹ßÀÚ±¹ÀÌ ±×³àÀÇ ¹æ¹®À¸·Î ´Ù°¡¿À¸é ¸öÀ» ¶³¸é¼ ÈǽÀ̱⠽ÃÀÛÇØ And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep »´À» Ÿ°í È帣´Â ´«¹°°ú ÇÔ²² ÀáÀÌ µç ôÇÏ³× When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light ¾Ç¸ùÀÌ ³¡³ª°í, »õº®ÀÇ µ¿ÀÌ ÅÍ¿À¸é She'd retreat to the same place she always did Ç×»ó °°Àº ÀÚ¸®·Î ±×³à´Â µµ¸ÁÄ¡Áö Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might ÀϱâÀåÀÇ ÆäÀÌÁö¸¦ Âõ°í, ¿ÂÈûÀ» ´ÙÇØ ±ÛÀ» Àû°í Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live °ÀÇ È帧¿¡ ¶ç¿öº¸³», »ì ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ¹æ¹ýÀ» ã°íÀÚ [Chorus] Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long, she lost the will to move on ±×·¸°Ô ¿À·¡ ¾Æ¹öÁöÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡ Èñ»ý¾çÀÌ µÈ ±×³à´Â, ´õ ÀÌ»ó »ì ÀÇÁö¸¦ ÀÒ¾î Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong ¿ÇÁö ¾ÊÀº °Í¿¡¼ ¼ûÀ¸·Á ¹ÙÀ̿ø°À» Áý¾îµå´Â °Íµµ Áö°Ü¿ö Exausted, but stayin strong ÁöÃÆÁö¸¸, °ÇÏ°Ô ¹öƼ¸é¼ She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make nothing but sad songs ¹àÀº ôÀ» ÇØº¸·ÁÇßÁö¸¸, °á±¹¿£ ½½Ç ³ë·¡¸¸ ¿¬ÁÖÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»»Ó Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach ¹î¼Ó¿¡¼ ¶°³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â µÚƲ¸° °¨Á¤µµ Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles ±×³àÀÇ º´À» Çϳª¶óµµ ãÀº À̰¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ±¸ÇØÁÖ±æ ±â´Ù¸®´Â °Íµµ Sick of being daddy's little secret ¾ÆºüÀÇ ÀÛÀº ºñ¹ÐÀÌ µÇ´Â °Íµµ ÁöÃÆ¾î She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces ±×·¡¼ ¹ã³·ÀÌ ¹Ù²î´Â ½Ã°£ ±×³à´Â ÀϾ ¹ÙÀ̿ø°À» »ê»êÁ¶°¢ ³»°í Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan ¸¾À» ±»°Ô ¸Ô°í °ÂÊÀ¸·Î °É¾î°¬Áö Only this time the diary bottle was in her hand À̹ø¿£ ÀϱâÀå°ú º´ÀÌ µÑ ´Ù ±×³àÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡ ÀÖ¾ú¾î Just walk with herself, away from the hell ±×Àú È¥ÀÚ °ÈÀÚ, Áö¿ÁÀÌ ¾Æ´Ñ ´Ù¸¥ °÷À¸·Î Not knowin at the river bottom lyin in all the cries for help µµ¿òÀ» ºÎ¸£Â¢´Â ¿ÜħÀÌ °¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ±ò·ÁÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¸ð¸¥Ã¤ It was weeks before they found her dead body ±×¸®°í ¸îÁÖ ÈÄ ±×³àÀÇ ½Ãü°¡ ¹ß°ßµÆ¾î Some fisherman reeled it from the water like something from a detective novel ¸¶Ä¡ Ã߸® ¼Ò¼³ÀÇ ÇÑÀå¸éó·³, ³¬½Ã²ÛÀÇ ¹Ù´Ã¿¡ °É·Á ¿Ã¶ó¿Ô´Ù´Â±º Diagonosis: suicide, stemmed from desperation Áø´Ü: Àý¸ÁÀûÀÎ »óȲÀ¸·Î ÀÎÇÑ ÀÚ»ì Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles ±×¸®°í ±×³à°¡ ÀÍ»çÇÑ ±Ùó¿¡´Â ÂÊÁö°¡ ´ã±ä 500°³ÀÇ º´ÀÌ °¡¶ó¾ÉÀº ä ¹ß°ßµÇ¾ú´Ù°í... |
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