The Night I Turned Twenty, Nothing Changed
A person reflects on disillusionment with adulthood and emptiness after a decade of unfulfilled expectations.
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Read the Korean original →
Perhaps it was only the hollow sense of disappointment from shattered fantasies about adulthood that took root in one corner of my heart.
Once that happened, I became someone who couldn't give any answer whenever someone said something was good.
That was already ten years ago—am I really so different from who I was back then?
Except for the bitter memories of you, I am unmistakably empty.
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