A soldier writes home about the strange new world of basic training.
A soldier writes home about the strange new world of basic training.
The lyric works by staying in the immediate physical sensations: the heat of clasped hands, the fading whistle, the posture that slumps as the train pulls away.
It trusts those details to carry the weight of leaving.
A soldier writes home about the strange new world of basic training.
Everything is new.
The lyric works by staying in the immediate physical sensations: the heat of clasped hands, the fading whistle, the posture that slumps as the train pulls away. It trusts those details to carry the weight of leaving.
He writes, "Everything is new." That's the whole feeling right there, the shock of the unfamiliar hitting all at once. It's not just the place that's strange; it's the friend's face, the single puff of smoke, the way your own head feels shaved and light.
Three plain words that hold the entire dislocation of entering the military. They land with the quiet force of someone trying to describe a world that has completely reset around them.
The way "napalsori", the sound of a rifle, gets described as mournful against the night sky sticks with you.
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Jip tteonawa yeolcha tago
Hullyeonsoro ganeun nal
Bumonimkke keunjeolhago
Daemun bakkeul naseol ttae
Gaseumsogen mueosinga aswiumi namjiman
Pul han pogi chingu eolgul
Modeun geosi saeropda
Ije dasi sijagida
Jeormeun narui saengiyeo
Chingudeura gundae gamyeon pyeonji kkok haedao
Geudaedeulgwa jeulgeowotdeon naldeureul itji anke
Yeolchasigan dagaol ttae
Du sonjapdeon tteugeoum
Gijeoksori meoreojimyeon jagajineun moseupdeul
Ije dasi sijagida
Jeormeun narui kkumiyeo
Jjarpge jallin nae meoriga
Cheoeumeneun useupdaga
Geoul soge bichin nae moseubi
Gudeojinda maeumkkaji
Dwitdongsane ollaseomyeon
Uri maeul boilleonji
Napalsori goyohage bamhaneure peojimyeon
Ideungbyeongui pyeonji han jang
Goi jeobeo bonaeo
A soldier writes home about the strange new world of basic training. The lyric works by staying in the immediate physical sensations: the heat of clasped hands, the fading whistle, the posture that slumps as the train pulls away. It trusts those details to carry the weight of leaving.
Xiah Junsu performs "A Letter Of a Private", and this lyric page sits inside the Xiah Junsu catalog on LyroVerse.
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