12/06/2026
๐ฟ Home Sweet Home๐ฟ
์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ์ฌ๋ฆ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์์ฐ์ค๋ ์์๋ ๋ฏํฉ๋๋ค.
์์ธํ๊ณ ์ฑ๊ทธ๋ฝ๊ณ ๋ฌํฐํ ์ฌ๋ฆ์ ๋ง.
๊ณ ์์ด์ ๊ฟ๋ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ด ๋ด๊ธด ์์ธ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ์ ๊ณต์ฐ์ด ์๋, ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ด ๋๋ฌ์
์์ฐ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ์ด๋ฃจ์ด์ง ์์ ๋ฒ์คํน.
๋ง์น ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ฐ์ต์ค์ ์ ์ ๋๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋ค ์จ ๋ฏํ ๋๋์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ์ฝ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ , ์์ง ์๋ฒฝํ์ง ์์ ์
๋ณด๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ฐ์ฃผํ๊ณ ๋
ธ๋ํด์ผ ํ์ง๋ง, ์คํ๋ ค ๊ทธ ๊ณผ์ ๋ค์ ํจ๊ป ์ง์ผ๋ณผ ์ ์์ด์ ๋ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กญ๊ณ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ ์ต๋๋ค.
์์๊ณผ ์๋ฃ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๋, ๋ณ์ด ๋ด๊ธด ๋ฏํ ๋์ ๊ฐ์ง,
ํ ์ฌ์ฑ ์๋์ ์ฆํฅ์ ์ผ๋ก Fly Me to the Moon์
๋
ธ๋ํ๋ฉฐ ์ฐ์ฃผ์๋ค๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ์ ๋์ฑ ํ์๋กญ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์ด ์ฃผ์์ต๋๋ค.
์ฌ๋ฆ๋ฐค 8์์ ํ๋์, ๋ฌ๊ณผ ํด๊ฐ ๊ต์ฐจํ๋ฉฐ ๋ง๋ค์ด๋ด๋
๋ง๋ก ๋ค ์ค๋ช
ํ ์ ์๋ ์ค๋ฌํ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์ฑ ์ ๋น๋กญ๊ฒ
๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ๊ฐ๋๋ค.
์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๊ณํํ์ง ์์์ง๋ง,
๊ทธ๋์ ๋ ์์ฐ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ์๋ก๋ฅผ ์ฑ์์ฃผ์๋ ์๊ฐ.
ํ๋์ ํผ์ฆ ์กฐ๊ฐ์ฒ๋ผ ์๋ก๊ฐ ์๋ก์ ์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋์ด์ฃผ๊ณ ,
์๋ก์ ์๋ก๊ฐ ๋์ด์ฃผ์๋ ์๊ฐ.
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๋ถ์กฑํ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ์๊ณ , ๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ๋ง๋ค ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ์์ผ๋ก ์๋ฆ๋ต์ต๋๋ค.
๋์ ์ค๋ฅธํ์ด ๋์ด์ค ์ฌ๋, ๋์ ์ผ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์ด์ค ์ฌ๋,
๋์ ํ์ชฝ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋์ด์ค ์ฌ๋, ๋์ ๋งฅ๋ฐ์ด ๋์ด์ค ์ฌ๋.
๋์ ๋ฐ๋์ด ๋์ด์ฃผ๊ณ , ์จ ์ด ์ ์๋ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋์ด์ฃผ๊ณ ,
๋น์ด ๋์ด ๋ฐ์ง์ผ ์ ์๊ฒ ํด์ค ๋ชจ๋ ์ด๋ค์๊ฒ.
๊ณ ๋ง์ต๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ์ฌ๋ฆ์ด, ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์กฐ์ฉํ๊ณ ์๋ฆ๋ต๊ฒ
์์๋์์ต๋๋ค. ๐โจ
It feels like our summer has naturally begun.
The taste of summer โ crisp, fresh, and gently sweet. Wines decorated with cats and bees.
And then, not a formal performance, but a spontaneous busking session that happened simply because friends came by.
It felt as if we had stepped into their rehearsal room for a little while. Sometimes the chords were wrong, sometimes they needed to look at the sheet music, and nothing was perfect. But that made it even more interesting and beautiful, because we could witness the process itself.
A woman with stars in her eyes, enjoying the food and drinks, suddenly joined in and sang Fly Me to the Moon. Together with the musicians, she made the moment even richer.
At 8 p.m. on a summer evening, the sky becomes mysterious, painted in indescribable colors as the sun and moon cross paths.
Nothing was planned. And perhaps because of that, we naturally filled each other's spaces.
Like pieces of a puzzle, we became friends to one another, comfort to one another.
We all have our imperfections, and we are all beautiful in different ways.
To those who became my right arm, my left leg, one side of my heart, the pulse that keeps me moving.
To those who became the wind, the air I breathe, and the light that helps me shine.
Thank you.
And so, our summer begins. โจ๐โ๏ธ