내가 너무 피곤한 기다리고있어 꿈가 위해서. 난 마음이 항상 아페소, 근데 못해지. 내가 뭐해?? 지짜 뭐해?? 난 피곤한 울세요하고 꿈꾸또.

Will I ever meet that dream at all? When all I can do is write about it in a language that only I would understand in this place I'm in. If I could only be free of my misery and my fears of being forgotten, and hated, then I'd be out there living a dream that I so longed to have. I keep fussing over such things when I can't even move because I'm too concerned with what 우리 가족은 will think of me. What must be done? What must really be done?