미치겠어.  오늘은 아침에 비를 본다 동안 난 눈물이 왔어...
and I recall how as mere 16 year olds, my friend Cheryl Low and I tried to protect a secret of our mutual good friend from the class and how the truth stabbed me so. Recalling, it seems like the longest 2 days Ive had in school, nah, there have been longer days.. just that tooooo many events occured in those 2 days, I spent such a long time reenacting the entire scene in my mind such that my tears came. It involved so many beings in those 2 days of events, that even people with lean connections teared.
아침에의 날씨하고 비때문에 기억들 모두 왔어... 그 친구 지금 어땠어? 아무튼  그 사람은 얼굴의 웃 난 본다...
it seems like words that I shouldnt mention, but expressing it in hangeul, sort of masks the fear.