A bullet.

I once held a real bullet in my hand.
It felt cold.
And it made me feel sad.
That moment became the beginning of this song.

People who do not understand love
may one day find it easy to take another person's life.

In today's world,
there are many songs that point a gun forward,
filled with strong and aggressive words.

But I began to wonder
there are not many songs that describe
the moment from the side that is being shot.

So I wrote this lyric.

A very small bullet
can take a life in an instant,
ending someone's entire lifetime.

And there will always be
those left behind.

This is not about blaming the one who was shot.

Even the person who was shot
has family,
relatives,
and friends.

Not only bullets
words can be the same.

There are words
that stay with us for a lifetime,
words that pierce deep into the heart
and never fully heal.

Whether it is an object
or a word,
once it pierces the heart,
it becomes something that lasts forever.

That is why
I pray for a world
where such weapons no longer exist.

And that is why
I chose to leave this poem behind.

If you feel something from these words,
please listen.