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1. 니가 보고 싶어서 비가 왔다
- La pluie est née, simplement parce que tu me manquais~*
- The rain fell, simply because I missed you~*

2. 니가 보고 싶어서 바람이 불었다
- Le vent s'est levé, portant mon appel vers toi~*
- The wind blew, carrying my longing for you~*

3. 니가 보고 싶어서 눈이 내렸다
- La neige a neigé, aussi doucement que mes pensées vers toi~*
- The snow fell, as softly as my thoughts of you~*

4. 내가 너를 사랑한 순간부터 세상의 모든 이유는 너였다
- Dès l'instant où je t'ai aimé, tu es devenu la raison de tout~*
- From the very moment I loved you, you were the reason for everything~*

5. 모든 계절이 그러했다
- Et ainsi s'est écoulé chaque instant, au fil des saisons~*
- And so it was, through every single season~*


--- Kwangsoo's thoughts
(and mine, too~* 🙃💗💕)

Au fait...

All~~ the things...

Yann Tiersen :
Il pleuvait fort sur la grand-route~
Elle cheminait sans parapluie~
J'en avais un, volé, sans doute~
Le matin même à un ami~
Courant alors à sa rescousse~
Je lui propose un peu d'abri~~
En séchant l'eau de sa frimousse~
D'un air très doux, elle m'a dit "oui"~*

Un petit coin de parapluie~
Pour un coin de paradis~
Elle avait quelque chose d'un ange~
Un petit coin de paradis~
Pour un coin de parapluie~
Je ne perdais pas au change, pardi~!
(Je ne perdais pas au change, c’est une évidence~!)

Chemin faisant, que ce fut tendre~
D'ouïr à deux le chant joli~
((Tout en marchant, c'était tellement doux d'écouter ensemble le joli chant... » (le chant de la pluie sur le parapluie).)
Que l'eau du ciel faisait entendre
Sur le toit de mon parapluie~!
J'aurais voulu, comme au déluge~
Voir sans arrêt tomber la pluie~~
Pour la garder, sous mon refuge~
Quarante jours, quarante nuits~

Un petit coin de parapluie~
Pour un coin de paradis~
Elle avait quelque chose d'un ange~
Un petit coin de paradis~
Pour un coin de parapluie~
Je ne perdais pas au change, pardi~!
(Je ne perdais pas au change, c’est une évidence~!)

Mais bêtement, même en orage~
Les routes vont vers des pays~
Bientôt le sien fit un barrage~
À l'horizon de ma folie~!
Il a fallu qu'elle me quitte~
Après m'avoir dit grand merci~
Et je l'ai vue, toute petite~
Partir gaiement vers mon oubli~

Natacha Regnier :
Un petit coin de parapluie~
Pour un coin de paradis~
Il avait quelque chose d'un ange~
Un petit coin de paradis~
Pour un coin de parapluie~
Je ne perdais pas au change, pardi~*
(Je ne perdais pas au change, c'est bien certain~*)

Tonnerre,
éclairs,
foudre...

Il pleut des cordes... 

Baby I'm yours~
And I'll be yours~
until the stars fall from the sky~
Yours~ until the rivers all run dry~
In other words~, until I die~

Baby I'm yours~
And I'll be yours~
until the sun no longer shines~
Yours~ until the poets run out of rhyme~
In other word~s,
until the end of time~* 💗💕

There it is, look at that.
That’s how you face such a world.

You must have LOVE in your heart for your life.
It is love versus hate.

I love my life, and the people in it.
Even Beatrice. And clear, not Portuguese, I’m in love with her Irma.
Milton. Shirley at the office, with Morty.
A tapestry, everything in it.
Even my glass eye, Dillenbeck’s dog, and the bouillabaisse we didn’t get to have.

Each one of us is given a tapestry, our own opera.
This person and this person.
Thinking about it.

Love is not enough, you’ve gotta fight to protect kindness.

You get attached to people and things, and they might just break your heart. But that’s being alive.

Hae-soo :
Es-tu aussi une de ces idéalistes de l'amour~?
À croire que l'amour n'apporte que bonheur, joie, excitation et courage~?

Jae-yeol :
Il apporte aussi la douleur, le ressentiment, la souffrance, la tristesse, le désespoir et le malheur.
Mais il donne aussi la force de les surmonter.
C'est seulement à ce prix que l'on peut parler d'amour.

Hae-soo :
De qui as-tu appris cela~?

Jae-yeol :
Je l'ai appris de l'amour lui-même.

-----

Hae-soo :
Are you one of those love idealists too~?
Believing that love only brings happiness, joy, excitement, and courage~?

Jae-yeol :
It would also bring pain, resentment, suffering, sadness, despair, and misfortune...
But it would also give you the strength to overcome them.
That's what you call love.

Hae-soo :
Who did you learn that from~?

Jae-yeol :
I learned it from love.

Vous ne le voyez pas, mais je suis toujours en train de dessiner un im~men~se immense cœur...

Sur tous les papiers,
sur les murs,
sur le ciel,
sur la terre,
dans mes créations au crochet,
dans mes rêves
et dans ma vie quotidienne...

Une vrai...

Loveholic... 🙃💗💕

Et vous,
qu'est-ce que vous êtes en train de dessiner~? 🎨💗💕

If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you~?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.

If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go~?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.

And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.

If a man could be two places at one time, I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you.
And when the world was through,

Then one by one the stars would all go out,
Then you and I would simply fly away~~~* ⭐️✨💗💕

Letter 678

From : Vincent van Gogh

To : Willemien van Gogh

Date: Arles, Sunday, 9 and about Friday, 14 September 1888

I’ve just finished a canvas of a café interior at night, lit by lamps. Some poor night-prowlers are sleeping in a corner. The room is painted red, and inside, in the gaslight, the green billiard table, which casts an immense shadow over the floor. In this canvas there are 6 or 7 different reds, from blood-red to delicate pink, contrasting with the same number of pale or dark greens.

....
....

I definitely want to paint a starry sky now. It often seems to me that the night is even more richly coloured than the day, coloured in the most intense violets, blues and greens.

....

If you look carefully you’ll see that some stars are lemony, others have a pink, green, forget-me-not blue glow. And without labouring the point, it’s clear that to paint a starry sky it’s not nearly enough to put white spots on blue-black.

.....

My house here is painted outside in the yellow of fresh butter, with garish green shutters, and it’s in the full sun on the square, where there’s a green garden of plane trees, oleanders, acacias. And inside, it’s all whitewashed, and the floor’s of red bricks. And the intense blue sky above. Inside, I can live and breathe, and think and paint.

....

On the terrace, there are little figures of people drinking. A huge yellow lantern lights the terrace, the façade, the pavement, and even projects light over the cobblestones of the street, which takes on a violet-pink tinge. The gables of the houses on a street that leads away under the blue sky studded with stars are dark blue or violet, with a green tree.

...

Now there’s a painting of night without black. With nothing but beautiful blue, violet and green, and in these surroundings the lighted square is coloured pale sulphur, lemon green. I enormously enjoy painting on the spot (stars) at night.
In the past they used to draw, and paint the picture from the drawing in the daytime. But I find that it suits me to paint the thing straightaway. It’s quite true that I may take a blue for a green in the dark, a blue lilac for a pink lilac, since you can’t make out the nature of the tone clearly.