Another Photo Revealed, Plus a Love Letter
Garo Sero revealed another photo, this time with a love letter.
Rough translation #KimSooHyun letter
2018.6.9.
✰ To Sae-ron
Just like today, the weather is so exceptionally nice that it feels like I’ve been thrown into a painting—it’s an amazing Saturday. What should I write? Sae-ron, just thinking about you makes this day feel even better.
I wonder what kind of day today will become… Are you worried? Don’t be. Just like that song, I sat on a bench, listening to the entire song. A moment of thought, a moment of realization, and then, those words that seemed like the truth at the time felt like lies. Wow, this is what emotions feel like.
The long-awaited five-day race has come to an end. It’s over now. I wonder… does that mean relief or more anxiety? Honestly, it feels quiet but also a bit lonely. The night was long, and the comments were overwhelming. The emotions came rushing in, but I couldn’t express them all.
Wow, today was really busy with work. The moment passed by so fast, but my heart was racing. It wasn’t quite what I expected. The second round, the final bite—it lingered for a moment. And then, behind it, the clouds started to form shapes. They became darker, and just as they covered everything, sunlight broke through, pouring through the gaps. That explosion of light burst forth, completely overwhelming everything. It was an unsettling sight, yet the camera captured it all.
That November morning, with the strong winds and the snow-covered road, suddenly flashed through my mind. The first time I rode my bike, pedaling all the way from my house to the end of the mountain road. The sun was high, the wind was freezing, but the moment felt strangely refreshing.
Could we have a moment like that too? The moon is 99% full tonight. Soon, the clouds will roll in, shifting the entire scene. The sky keeps changing, confusing yet mesmerizing.
For some reason, my thoughts suddenly became clearer, and my heart felt a chill. What does this mean? It just feels like a good opportunity is slipping away, like it's vanishing right before my eyes.
I want to say these things. I want to share them with you. But I wonder… if I see your face, how will my heart react? I don’t think I’ll be able to say everything I want to say. The most I can say is just one thing—that’s what I think.
Either way, if it's a good weekend, then it’s enough. And if I really want to write, I should just keep writing.
Japan is close, and a short trip to the North might be good too. Maybe I should take a quick break and feel a little sense of happiness. Ah, if only I could go with you. But when exactly would that be?
Looking back, it’s already been eight months since I moved in. There’s just one day left now. It’s strange. So, from now on… please take care of me.
In another letter, this time a postcard written on January 11, 2019.
Translation by pannative :
Sero Nero ya. I drank in Paris, and today I bought a postcard at the souvenir shop and picked up a pen. I've become someone who nags a lotI love you, Sero Nero.
I'm so proud of you Sero Nero.. I'll always be sorry.
2019.11.1
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