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[๊ฐ€์‚ฌ][lylic] ์ฒญ์ถ˜๋งŒํ™”(Youth in Full Bloom) - ์ด๋ฌด์ง„(Lee Mu-jin)

5hr1rnp 2025. 3. 8. 13:04
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๊ฐ€์‚ฌ lylic - ์ฒญ์ถ˜๋งŒํ™” Youth in Full Bloom, ์ด๋ฌด์ง„ Lee Mujin

์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ฉ‹์ง„ ๋‚˜์ด์•ผ
์ข€ ์–ด๋ฆฌ๊ธด ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ
ํ•˜๊ณ ํ”ˆ ์ผ์ด๋‚˜ ๊ฐ€๊ณ ํ”ˆ ๊ธธ
ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์ผ๋“ค๊นŒ์ง€ ๋งŽ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ
์šฐ๋ฆฐ ํ™•์‹  ์†์— ์ˆจ์€ ๋ถˆํ™•์‹คํ•จ
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ž€ ๊ฝƒ๋ง์„ ์ง€๋‹Œ ๋ผ์ผ๋ฝ
์˜์›ํ•  ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์€ ์ด ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด๋‹ค
๋˜์งˆ๊ฒŒ ์ด ์ฒญ์ถ˜์˜ ๋๊นŒ์ง€ ๋‚ 

We are at a splendid age,
Though we may be a little youngโ€”
So many dreams to chase, roads to travel,
And countless tasks to undertake.
Within us lies an uncertain certainty,
A lilac bearing the language of our being,
This moment feels as if it will last forever;
I will soar until the very end of this youth.

 

๊นŠ์ด ์ž ๊ฒผ์–ด๋„ ๋– ์˜ค๋ฅธ ๋•Œ
์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ์กŒ์–ด๋„ ๋ฒ…์ฐจ์˜ค๋ฅธ ๋•Œ
๋งŽ์€ ์–ด์ œ๋ฅผ ์ง€๋‚˜์™”์œผ๋‹ˆ
์ ์ด ๋˜์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ์ถœ๋ฐœ์„ ์—
๋ฌด๋ชจํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋‚ ์˜ ๋‚  ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋Ÿฌ
์–ธ์  ๊ฐ„ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐˆ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ ๋ฏฟ์–ด

Even when deeply asleep, memories rise,
Even when we fall, passion swells withinโ€”
After passing through many yesterdays,
At the starting line reduced to a mere dot,
I recall the reckless days that once carried me,
Believing that someday they will return.

 

ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๋ฅธ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ
์‚ฌ๋ฌด์นœ๋‹ค ๊ฐ€๋“
ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๋‚ ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ฐค์ด๋‹ค
์ž”์š”๋™์ด ํ—ค์—„์ณ ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ณณ์ด
์–ด๋”˜์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ์•ˆ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ

The crisp, blue air fills me completely,
On a night that seems to grant the power of flight,
Somewhere, where a gentle current drifts by,
I find myself drawn, not unwilling to go.

 

๋”ฐ์‚ฌ๋กœ์šด ์˜จ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ฟ์„
๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์„ ํ–ฅํ•˜๋Š”
๋น„ํ–‰์ด ๋ง์„ค์—ฌ์ง€๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ
ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋ฟ์ธ ์ด ๋ชจํ—˜์„ ๊ฒ๋‚ด์ง„ ์•Š์•„
์˜ค๋Š˜๋ณด๋‹ค ์˜ค๋ž˜๋œ ๋‚ ์€ ์—†์œผ๋‹ˆ ์–ด์„œ
๋‚ ์•„์˜ค๋ฅด์ž

Though the warm glow may touch the clouds,
And the thought of flight might make one hesitate,
I do not fear this once-in-a-lifetime adventureโ€”
For no day is older than today, so letโ€™s take flight.

 

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์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ฉ‹์ง„ ๋‚˜์ด์ง€๋งŒ
์•„์ง ์–ด๋ฆฐ์•„์ด๋ผ
๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ์—ฌ์ •์ด
๋‘๋ ต๊ฒŒ๋งŒ ๋Š๊ปด์งˆ ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค
์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ์ง€๋‚˜์ณ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์œ ๋žŒ์ผ๊นŒ?
ํ˜น์€ ๊ธฐ๋‚˜๊ธด ๊ฟˆ ์ด์•ผ๊ธด๊ฐ€?
๋‹ต์„ ์ฐพ๋Š” ๊ฑด ์–ด๋ ต๊ธฐ๋งŒ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ
๋”ฐ๋ผ์•ผ์ง€ ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ์ฒญ์ถ˜์ด๋ผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ

We are at a splendid age, yet still young,
At times the swiftly arriving journey
Feels daunting and overwhelming.
Is today merely a fleeting passage,
Or an endless, winding dream?
The answer may be hard to grasp,
But we must follow, for that is what youth demands.

 

 

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ ์œ„์— ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ ์ €๊ธฐ ์•„๋ž˜
๋˜ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ธธ๋กœ ๋– ๋‚ฌ๋„ค
์ ์  ํ˜ผ์ž” ๊ฒŒ ์™ธ๋กญ๊ธด ํ•ด๋„
๋ฉˆ์ถ”์ง€๋งŒ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๋„์ฐฉํ•ด
๋๊ณผ ์‹œ์ž‘์˜ ๊ณผ์ • ์‚ฌ์ด์˜ ๋‚˜์˜
์‰ผํ‘œ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋Š˜์ง„ ๊ธธ๊ฐ€์—๋‹ค

Some rise above, others fall below,
And some embark on entirely different roads.
Though growing loneliness may sting,
If we never stop, we will eventually arrive.
Between every end and every beginning,
I trace a pause along a shaded roadside.

 

ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๋ฅธ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ
์‚ฌ๋ฌด์นœ๋‹ค ๊ฐ€๋“
ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๋‚ ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ฐค์ด๋‹ค
์ž”์š”๋™์ด ํ—ค์—„์ณ ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ณณ์ด
์–ด๋”˜์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ์•ˆ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ

The crisp, blue air fills me once more,
On a night that promises the ability to soar,
Somewhere, where that gentle current flows,
I feel its callโ€”refusing to stay away.

 

์–ธ์  ๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰
์•ˆ๋…•์ด๋ž€ ์ธ์‚ฌ ๋’ค์— ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ์Œ์•…
์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ์„œ ์ด๊ฑด ๋ช…์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
์กฐ๊ธˆ์€ ์”์“ธํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ์„œ๋„

Someday, after the final farewell,
Music will emerge from the silence;
Time will pass, and this moment
Will become a masterpieceโ€”
Even if it leaves a trace of bittersweetness.

 

์ง€๋‚˜๋ฉด ์•„๋ จํ•œ ๋งŒํ™”
๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ์ฐฌ๋ž€ํ•œ
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฐ ๋ฏธ๋ž˜๋„ ์šฐ๋ฆด ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด๊นŒ
๋ถ„๋ช…ํ•œ ๊ฑด ์ง€๊ธˆ๋ณด๋‹ค ํ™˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ
๋น›๋‚  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์•„์ง ์„œ๋ง‰์ผ ๋ฟ์•ผ

In the end, it will be a poignant comic,
Brilliant in its own rightโ€”
Will the future we so eagerly awaited
Embrace us in return?
One thing is certain: it will shine more brightly
Than the present, for this is only the prelude.

 

ํ‘ธ๋ฅด๋ฅธ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜
์‚ฌ๋ฌด์ณ ์•ˆ์•„
ํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ๋‚ ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ฐค์ด๋‹ค
์ž”์š”๋™์ด ํ—ค์—„์ณ ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ž
์ด ์„ธ์ƒ์—์„œ ์ œ์ผ ๋†’์€ ๊ณณ์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด์„œ
๋›ฐ์–ด์˜ค๋ฅด์ž

The crisp, blue air enfolds me,
Holding me close on a night that seems
Capable of lifting us into the skies.
Let us venture to where the gentle current flows,
Toward the highest place in this worldโ€”
Let us leap and soar.

 

 

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