There is a young man here. He looks like any other young man. An ordinary city youth with an ordinary gait, an ordinary facial expression, and an ordinary common sense. He looks a bit clumsy, but he's not malicious.

He sat next to you on the subway and dozed off for a while, and he rode the same bus as you and got off at the next stop in a hurry. At the Sindaebang three-way intersection, at the Sinchon roundabout, passing the Yanghwa Bridge, and crossing the Han River, the face reflected in the window glass resembled you at first glance.

However, the young man may not be all he sees. He's going to be different from the kids you think of these days. That quiet-looking face actually hides a lot. He becomes more and more reticent because of \\'certain thoughts that he can't possibly say\\\' that he has no choice but to hide. However, he also thinks of his lover (exists/existed/imaginary/faded), wants to jump out of the window because of some memories from the past, and often believes that Ringo Starr's is not envious of harmonious 20,000 li under the sea. , I also leisurely chase a group of jellyfish with SpongeBob, who seems to jump out of nowhere. And he looks at you

Someone said he wanted to be a catcher who catches the children who are about to collapse in the rye field, but this young man is too selfish to be Holden Caulfield. What is this inexplicable sense of guilt and shame that makes you suddenly lower your head at the red cross that outnumbers the stars in the night sky you look up at inadvertently? He doesn't show his guts to adults or play poop in front of girls, he just silently continues to fill his records.

Thankfully, when you look at the scenes he records, he knows the melody of poetry and the rhythm of song. With such a skillful tune, he catches up the scenes and moments that we have passed by, that no one cares about, that pass by like a kaleidoscope, with the eyes of a hawk and the heart of a flower. The fisherman in the rye, who is not a fisherman who catches people or a fisherman who catches time, understands why youth is more painful than beautiful and why nothing changes even when you listen to music. On the beach of reality where everyone washed up, he was picking up, one by one, the shining truth of everyday life that others had inadvertently missed or abandoned. What he caught was as fantastic as a pink dolphin.

It is actually an illusion that nothing will change even if you listen to music. Since you started listening to these songs, you may not feel it, but you have levitated 0.000032978 micrometers from before and become as bittersweet as the ground as the sky. Depression in one hand, and liveliness in the other. Just as he grew up in the seat next to you, now it's your turn to grow up with his song.
Written by Seong Moon-young