O.O.O

He had a face He had a name I stop on my way and keep looking back Is it a face I know, Is it a name I remember, But when we meet on the street, he pretends not to know me He is someones brother (He is) someones friend (He is) or someones child What I know about him is The number of rooms in his house What I remember about him is He was even too shy to make eye contact If he abandons the courage to go outside, He locks himself in a small room and punishes himself As someones child (As) someones siblings (As) someones fake friend, he lived Even crying and feeling shame were luxuries, Eating one portion of ramen for two meals Pouring soju into an empty stomach with a feeling of atonement throughout his life He is endlessly tormented Limping through in the pitch darkness You, reborn with the morning I remember you