On a cold and damp night, I lost my mind

I threw myself into that mysterious light

As if hypnotized by a strange pleasure

Under the lilac tree

Making lilac wine

I also swept my heart in

I realized what I wanted to see and become

When caught in many thoughts

I tend to do things I shouldn't

Far beyond my drinking limit

I'm gulping down wine, because when I'm drunk

I can return to you

Lilac wine is sweet

It excites me, like my love

Listen to me

My eyes are getting blurry

Is the person coming here her?

Lilac wine is sweet and excites me

Where is my love?

Lilac wine makes me anxious

Where is my love?

Why is everything fading away?

Is it not her, or

Am I going crazy?

Lilac wine, I still

Am not ready for my love


[Afternoon Poem] Lilac Wine / Jeff Buckley View original image


■ Soon the lilacs will bloom. When the lilacs bloom, sadness will return. Because of first love. The first love I cannot remember now. No, I no longer remember if I really had a first love. I only vaguely feel that such a time once existed. A time that was sweet and yet anxious, and therefore incredibly beautiful. But again, I do not know if I truly had such youthful days. Like 'Lilac Wine.' 'Lilac Wine' was not written by Jeff Buckley. He only covered this song. And a few years later, he committed suicide by jumping at a young age and crossed mortality to become immortal. For reference, the translation above was refined by poet Jang Seok-won. ? Poet Chae Sang-woo





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