Maroon ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ ํ•ด์„

midnights
2024.02.09

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[Verse 1]
When the morning came
์•„์นจ์ด ์ฐพ์•„์™”์„ ๋•Œ
We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf*
์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋„ค ๋ฐ”์ด๋‹ ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„์— ๋†“์ธ ํ–ฅ์„ ์น˜์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด
'Cause we lost track of time again
์ด๋ฒˆ์—๋„ ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ค„ ๋ชฐ๋ž์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ
Laughing with my feet in your lap
๋„ค ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์— ๋‚ด ๋ฐœ์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋†“๊ณ  ์›ƒ์—ˆ์–ด
Like you were my closest friend
๋งˆ์น˜ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์นœํ•œ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ผ๋„ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ง์•ผ
*You're In Love์˜ 'One night, he wakes / Strange look on his face / Pauses, then says, โ€œYouโ€™re my best friendโ€ / And you knew what it was, he is in love'๋ฅผ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ตฌ์ ˆ
"How'd we end upโŸonโŸtheโŸfloor, anyway?" youโŸsay
"๊ทผ๋ฐ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์—์„œ ์ด๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”๊ฑฐ์•ผ?" ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๊ณ 
"Your roommate's cheap-assโŸscrew-top rosรฉ, that's how"
๋‚œ ๋„ค ๋ฃธ๋ฉ”์ดํŠธ์˜ ์‹ธ๊ตฌ๋ ค ๋กœ์ œ ์™€์ธ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋ผ ๋‹ตํ–ˆ์–ด
I see you every day now
์ด์ œ ๋‚œ ๋งค์ผ ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ๋ด

[Chorus]
And I chose you
๋‚œ ๋„ ์„ ํƒํ–ˆ์–ด
The one I was dancing with
๋‚˜์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ถค์„ ์ถ”๋˜ ๋„
In New York, no shoes*
๋‰ด์š•์—์„œ, ์‹ ๋ฐœ๋„ ์—†์ด
*Cornelia Street์— 'Years ago, we were just inside / Barefoot in the kitchen'์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ฑ์žฅํ•จ
Looked up at the sky and it was
ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด์•˜์„ ๋•Œ, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋งˆ์น˜
The burgundy on my t-shirt
๋‚ด ํ‹ฐ์…”์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๋“ค์ธ ๋ฒ„๊ฑด๋”” ์ƒ‰ ๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด
When you splashed your wine into me*
๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์™€์ธ์„ ์Ÿ์•˜์„ ๋•Œ ๋ฌป์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ ์ƒ‰ ๋ง์ด์•ผ
*Dress์˜ โ€˜Iโ€™m spilling wine in the bathtub / You kiss my face and weโ€™re both drunkโ€™์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ์—ฐ์ƒ์‹œํ‚ด
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
๋‚ด ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๋ถ‰๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๋˜ ๋•Œ
So scarlet, it was
๊ทธ๋•Œ์˜ ์ง„ํ™์ƒ‰ ๊ฐ™๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ์–ด
The mark thะตy saw on my collarbone
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋ณด์•˜๋˜, ๋‚ด ์‡„๊ณจ ์œ„์— ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋„ค ํ”์ 
The rust that grew bะตtween telephones
์ „ํ™”๊ธฐ ์‚ฌ์ด์—” ๋…น์ด ์Šฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ 
*์—ฐ๋ฝ์ด ์ ์  ๋œธํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์Œ์„ ์˜๋ฏธ - ํ˜น์€ 'Come back, be here'์—์„œ ์–ธ๊ธ‰ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์žฅ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์—ฐ์• ๋ฅผ ์˜๋ฏธํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•จ. ์ฃผ๋กœ Red ์•จ๋ฒ” ์ˆ˜๋ก๊ณก๋“ค๊ณผ์˜ ๋ฉ”ํƒ€ํฌ๋กœ ํ•ด์„ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒฝ์šฐ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ๋‹ค
The lips I used to call home
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋˜ ๋„ค ์ž…์ˆ ์€
So scarlet, it was maroon*
์ •๋ง ์ง™๋„๋ก ๋ถ‰์—ˆ์–ด, ๋งˆ์น˜ maroon์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ

[Verse 2]
When the silence came
์ •์ ์ด ์ฐพ์•„์™”์„ ๋•Œ
We were shaking, blind and hazy
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์•ž๋„ ๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ  ์–ด์ง€๋Ÿฌ์›€์— ๋–จ์—ˆ์–ด
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
๋Œ€์ฒด ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ๋‹ค์‹œ ์„œ๋กœ๋ฅผ ์žƒ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ?
Sobbing with your head in your hands
๋„Œ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์‹ผ ์ฑ„ ํ๋Š๊ปด
Ain't that the way shit always ends?
์›๋ž˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๋‹ค ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์–ด?
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway*
๋„Œ ํ…… ๋นˆ ๋ˆˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณต๋„์— ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us*
์žฅ๋ฏธ๋ผ ์ฐฉ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋˜ ์นด๋„ค์ด์…˜, ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋„ค
I feel you, no matter what
๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ๋“ , ๋‚œ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋Š๊ปด์ ธ
The rubies that I gave up*
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํฌ๊ธฐํ•œ ๋ฃจ๋น„๋“ค, ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋„ˆ์˜€์–ด
*๋ฃจ๋น„๋Š” ์ข…์ข… ๋‹ค์ด์•„๋ชฌ๋“œ๋ณด๋‹ค๋„ ๊ฐ’๋น„์‹ผ ๋ณด์„์œผ๋กœ ์—ฌ๊ฒจ์ง€๋ฉฐ, ์ด ์—ญ์‹œ ์„ ๋ช…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์ง™์€ ๋ถ‰์€์ƒ‰์„ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๋˜ํ•œ ํ•ด๋‹น ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์ด 'King of my heart'์™€ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ณด๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, 2017๋…„์— ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ ์„ ๋ณด์ธ Taymojis์—์„œ 'King of my heart'์— ํ•ด๋‹นํ•˜๋Š” ์ด๋ชจ์ง€๋“ค ์ค‘ ruby stone์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ .
 
[Chorus]
And I lost you
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚œ ๋„ ์žƒ์—ˆ์–ด
The one I was dancing with
๋‚˜์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ถค์„ ์ถ”๋˜ ๋„
In New York, no shoes
๋‰ด์š•์—์„œ, ์‹ ๋ฐœ๋„ ์—†์ด
Looked up at the sky and it was (Maroon)
ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด์•˜๋”๋‹ˆ maroon์ƒ‰์ด๋”๋ผ
The burgundy on my t-shirt
๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‚ด ํ‹ฐ์…”์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๋“ค์˜€๋˜ ๋ฒ„๊ฑด๋”” ์ƒ‰์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ
When you splashed your wine into me
์™œ, ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์™€์ธ์„ ์Ÿ์•˜์„ ๋•Œ ๋ฌป์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ ์ƒ‰ ๋ง์•ผ
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
๋˜ ๋‚ด ๋บจ์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ถ‰๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ฌ๋ž๋˜์ง€
So scarlet, it was (Maroon)
์ •๋ง ์ง™๋„๋ก ๋ถ‰์—ˆ์ž–์•„, ๊ทธ๋•Œ (๋งˆ์น˜ maroon์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ)
The mark they saw on my collarbone
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋ณด์•˜๋˜, ๋‚ด ์‡„๊ณจ ์œ„์— ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋„ค ํ”์ 
The rust that grew between telephones
์ „ํ™”๊ธฐ ์‚ฌ์ด์—” ๋…น์ด ์Šฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ 
The lips I used to call home
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋˜ ๋„ค ์ž…์ˆ ์€
So scarlet, it was maroon
์ •๋ง ์ง™๋„๋ก ๋ถ‰์—ˆ์–ด, ๋งˆ์น˜ maroon์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ

[Bridge]
And I wake with your memory over me
์•„์นจ๋งˆ๋‹ค ๋‚  ๋’ค๋ฎ์€ ๋„ˆ์™€์˜ ์ถ”์–ต๋“ค๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋– 
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (It was maroon)
๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‚จ๊ธด ๋นŒ์–ด๋จน์„ ์œ ์‚ฐ์ด์ง€
And I wake with your memory over me
๋‚œ ๋งค์ผ ์•„์นจ ๋„ˆ์™€์˜ ์ถ”์–ต์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋œจ๊ณ 
That's a real fucking legacy to leave
๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์•ผ๋ง๋กœ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‚จ๊ธด ์ง„์ •ํ•œ ์œ ์‚ฐ์ด์•ผ

[Chorus]
The burgundy on my t-shirt
๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์™€์ธ์„ ์Ÿ์•˜์„ ๋•Œ
When you splashed your wine into me
๋‚ด ํ‹ฐ์…”์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ๋“ค์ธ ๋ฒ„๊ฑด๋”” ์ƒ‰
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks
๋˜ ๋‚ด ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ถ‰๊ฒŒ ํƒ€์˜ฌ๋ž๋˜์ง€
So scarlet, it was maroon
์ •๋ง ์ง™๋„๋ก ๋ถ‰์—ˆ์–ด, ๋งˆ์น˜ maroon์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ
The mark they saw on my collarbone
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋ณด์•˜๋˜, ๋‚ด ์‡„๊ณจ ์œ„์— ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋„ค ํ”์ 
The rust that grew between telephones
์ „ํ™”๊ธฐ ์‚ฌ์ด์—” ๋…น์ด ์Šฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ 
The lips I used to call home
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ง‘์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋˜ ์ž…์ˆ ์€
So scarlet, it was maroon
์ •๋ง ์ง™๋„๋ก ๋ถ‰์—ˆ์ง€, ๋งˆ์น˜ maroon์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ
 
[Outro]
It was maroon
์ •๋ง ๋ถ‰์—ˆ์–ด, ๊ทธ๋•Œ
It was maroon
์ •๋ง ์ง™์€ ๋ถ‰์€์ƒ‰์ด๋”๋ผ

 

We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf*
*ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” 2022๋…„ Nashville Songwriter Awards์—์„œ Songwriter-Artist of the Decade๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜์ƒํ•œ ํ›„ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ž‘์‚ฌ ๋ฐฉ์‹์ด ํฌ๊ฒŒ ์„ธ ๊ฐ€์ง€๋กœ ๋‚˜๋‰œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ฐํžŒ ๋ฐ” ์žˆ๋‹ค(๊นƒํ„ธ ํŽœ ๋ฐฉ์‹, ๋งŒ๋…„ํ•„ ๋ฐฉ์‹, ๊ธ€๋ฆฌํ„ฐ ์ คํŽœ ๋ฐฉ์‹). ๊ทธ ์ค‘ ๋งŒ๋…„ํ•„ ๋ฐฉ์‹ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ์˜ ๊ฒฝ์šฐ, ์‹œ์ ์ธ ํ‘œํ˜„์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ํ”ํžˆ ์‚ฌ์šฉ๋˜๋Š” ํ‘œํ˜„์˜ ์˜๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๋’ค์ง‘๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ, ๋ณด๋‹ค ํ˜„๋Œ€์ ์ธ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์— ๊ด€ํ•ด ๋‹ค๋ฃฌ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜์˜€๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ๋ฅผ ๋“ค๋ฉด ํŽ˜์ธํŠธ์น ์ด ๋‹ค ๋ฒ—๊ฒจ์ง„ ๋ฌธํ‹€์ด๋‚˜ ๋ฐ”์ด๋‹ ์„ ๋ฐ˜ ์œ„์— ๋–จ์–ด์ง„ ์ธ์„ผ์Šค ์Šคํ‹ฑ ์žฌ ์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ์š”์†Œ๋“ค์„ ์„ ๋ช…ํ•œ ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ด์•„๋‚ด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ . ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์ž์‹ ์„ ํฌํ•จํ•œ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋“ฃ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘, ์ƒ์‹ค, ๊ทธ ์™ธ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ผ๋“ค์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋˜ ์žฅ์†Œ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์„ ๋Š๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๊ด€๊ฑด์ด๋ผ๋ฉฐ, ํ•ด๋‹น ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ ์“ฐ์—ฌ์ง„ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋“ค์€ ๊ณ ๋ฐฑ์„ ์ ์–ด๋‚ด๋ ค ๋ด‰ํˆฌ์— ๋„ฃ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ํ–ˆ์œผ๋‚˜ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋„ ์ž”์ธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์†”์งํ•ด์„œ ์ฐจ๋งˆ ๋ถ€์น  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋˜ ํŽธ์ง€์™€ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•œ ๋ฐ” ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๋•Œ ๋“ฑ์žฅํ•œ ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์ด ๋ฐ”๋กœ 'the incense dust on the vinyl shelf'.
 
So scarlet, it was
The mark thะตy saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew bะตtween telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon*
*Burgundy, blood, scarlet, rust, maroon์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋นจ๊ฐ•์ด๋ผ๋Š” ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์ƒ‰์ด ๊ฐ€์ง„ ๋ฏธ๋ฌ˜ํ•œ ์ฐจ์ด๋ฅผ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ธ๋‹ค. 2012๋…„ ๋ฐœ๋งค๋œ ์•จ๋ฒ” 'Red'์— ๊ด€ํ•œ ํ•œ ์ธํ„ฐ๋ทฐ์—์„œ ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์—๊ฒ ๋ถ‰์€ ์ƒ‰์˜ ๊ฐ์ •(red emotions)์ด ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๊ฐ•๋ ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•œ ๋ฐ” ์žˆ๋‹ค(์ข‹์€ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ๋“  ๋‚˜์œ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ๋“ ). ์˜ˆ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์–ด, ์‚ฌ๋ž‘, ์• ์ •๊ณผ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ฐ์ •๋ฟ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ํ™”, ์งˆํˆฌ์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ฐ์ •๋“ค๋„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์ด 'red emotions'์— ํฌํ•จ๋œ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ธ๋ฐ, ๋‘˜ ์ค‘ ์–ด๋Š ์ชฝ์ด๋“  ์ด๋Ÿฌํ•œ ๋ถ‰์€๋น› ๊ฐ์ •๋“ค์„ ๋Š๋‚„ ๋•Œ๋ฉด ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋Š๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๊ฐ•๋ ฌํ•œ ๊ฐ์ •์„ ๋Š๋ผ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ฉฐ, ์ž์‹ ์€ ์ฃผ๋กœ ์ด๋Ÿฌํ•œ ๊ด€๊ณ„๋“ค์„ 'red relationships'๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋ฅธ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์–ธ๊ธ‰ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ดํ›„ 2019๋…„ ๋ฐœ๋งค๋œ ์•จ๋ฒ” 'Lover'์˜ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ํŠธ๋ž™ 'Daylight'์—์„œ, "I once believed love would be burning red / But it's golden, like daylight"์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ธ์‹์ด ๋ฐ”๋€Œ์—ˆ์Œ์„ ๋ณด์—ฌ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ์ด ๊ณก 'Maroon'์—์„œ๋Š”, ๋” ์ง™์–ด์ง„ ๋ถ‰์€๋น›์ธ maroon ์ƒ‰์„ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ์— ์ฐจ์šฉํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ Red ์•จ๋ฒ”์—์„œ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋˜ ๋งน๋ชฉ์ ์ผ ๋งŒํผ ์—ด์ •์ ์ธ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์˜ grown-up ๋ฒ„์ „์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๋กœ ๋ฏธ๋ฃจ์–ด๋ณด์•˜์„ ๋•Œ maroon ์† ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ ์ง„์ •ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด๋ผ ์—ฌ๊ฒผ๋˜ ํ™ฉ๊ธˆ๋น› ์‚ฌ๋ž‘(golden love)์™€๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅด๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway*
*Coney Island์˜ 'Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? Happy Birthdayโ€™ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์˜ 21๋ฒˆ์งธ ์ƒ์ผ ํŒŒํ‹ฐ์— ์ฐธ์„ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ์ „ ์• ์ธ์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์•”์‹œํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์˜๊ฒฌ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค.
-> 4์ง‘ Red์— ์ˆ˜๋ก๋œ The Moment I Knew์™€๋„ ์ด์–ด์ง์œผ๋กœ์จ, ์œ„์—์„œ๋„ ์–ธ๊ธ‰๋˜์—ˆ๋“ฏ Red ์† ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์˜ grown-up ๋ฒ„์ „์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์˜๊ฒฌ์„ ๋’ท๋ฐ›์นจํ•œ๋‹ค.
๋˜ํ•œ You're Losing Me์— ๋“ฑ์žฅํ•˜๋Š” โ€™Now you're running down the hallwayโ€˜ ๋ถ€๋ถ„์„ ๋– ์˜ค๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์—ฌ, ๊ด€๊ณ„ ๊ฐœ์„ ์˜ ์˜์ง€๋Š” ๋ณด์ด์ง€ ์•Š์€ ์ฑ„ ๋„๋ง์น˜๋“ฏ ๋– ๋‚˜๋Š” ์˜› ์• ์ธ์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์•”์‹œํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•œ๋‹ค
 
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us*
*์ผ๋ฐ˜์ ์œผ๋กœ ์นด๋„ค์ด์…˜์€ ์žฅ๋ฏธ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋ชปํ•œ ๊ฝƒ์œผ๋กœ ์–ธ๊ธ‰๋˜๋Š” ๊ฒฝ์šฐ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ์ด๋Š” ๋‘˜์˜ ๊ด€๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ข‹์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Œ์„ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ธ๋‹ค. ๋ช‡๋ช‡ ์œ ๋Ÿฝ ๊ตญ๊ฐ€๋“ค์—์„œ๋Š” ์นด๋„ค์ด์…˜์ด ์žฅ๋ก€์‹ ๊ฝƒ์œผ๋กœ ์ž˜ ์•Œ๋ ค์ ธ ์žˆ๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ . ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์˜ ์ „ ์• ์ธ์ด์—ˆ๋˜ ์กฐ ์•Œ์œˆ์ด ์˜๊ตญ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ž„์„ ๊ฐ์•ˆํ–ˆ์„ ๋•Œ, ์นด๋„ค์ด์…˜ ๊ฝƒ์˜ ๋ฌ˜์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ๊ด€๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ๋๋‚˜๋ฒ„๋ ธ์Œ์„ ์˜๋ฏธํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ผ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ. ์ด๋Š” ์žฅ๋ฏธ๊ฝƒ์ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์˜ ์ง„์ •ํ•œ ์ƒ์ง•์œผ๋กœ ์—ฌ๊ฒจ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๊ณผ ๋Œ€์กฐ๋œ๋‹ค. ๋˜ํ•œ ๋ฏธ๊ตญ ๊ณ ๋“ฑํ•™๊ต์—์„œ๋Š” ๋ฐœ๋ Œํƒ€์ธ ๋ฐ์ด์— ์นด๋„ค์ด์…˜์„ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ฐ›๊ณค ํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ด๋กœ ์ง์ž‘๊ฑด๋Œ€ ํ•ด๋‹น ๊ฝƒ์„ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ์— ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜์—ฌ ์ด ๊ด€๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์•„์ง์€ ์–ด๋ฆฌ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์ง„์ง€ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์Œ์„ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ผ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ์—ญ์‹œ ์žฅ๋ฏธ๊ฝƒ์€ ๋ณด๋‹ค ์„ฑ์ˆ™ํ•˜๊ณ  ์ง„์‹ค๋œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ๋Œ€ํ‘œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๊ณผ ๋Œ€์กฐ๋˜๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต.
 

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