Rattle, rattle.
The entire room was dark during the time it (the train) was going through the long, long tunnel. There was not even a faint light in the space where nothing could be seen. There was no sign of the end of the terrible darkness that even he could distinguish between objects, let alone himself, so the man chose to close his eyes.
When he closed his eyes, all his senses became clearer. Was it because he was sitting on his back, or was it because he was putting his head against the window? As a result, the vibrations of the regularly swaying train became more vivid, and the resonant rattling sound seemed to detract from his ears. So the man slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding. Even the small sound of his breathing seemed to be heard loudly for nothing. The moment he exhaled, the still humming sound suddenly opened up, and the train came out of the tunnel.
Light poured down over the lowered eyelids. The inside of the eyelid blinked white in the sudden light. The light that broke through the darkness tormented him, and the man couldn’t open his eyes. At that moment, a wind carrying the scent of flowers blew in through the open window for ventilation. It was fragrant, sweet and soft at the same time. However, a raging wind blew through the room as if it had ever been so soft.
Tremble.
As a result, the old bookshelf in the man’s hand quickly turned over, and the clothes he was wearing and the dull red hair loosely tied also became a mess. The man still couldn’t open his eyes. The tired-looking eyes frowned. As the wind blew again, the man slowly lifted his eyelids. Then the tears that had been accumulating dripped down on his chin as it parted his cheeks and fell, leaving a dark mark on the book. But the man slowly scanned the narrow room without realizing it.
At that moment, the man was visibly agitated. His heart was beating rapidly as if expressing his feelings. Then, the man licked his dry lips, and the words he uttered were very small, and he was bewildered as if he contained confusion.
“Is it a dream…?”
The man could only think of this situation as a dream. The tablet in his hand had been replaced with an old book in the meantime, and his unfamiliar red hair tangled in the wind, obscuring his view. It was an unbelievable situation.
Every time the train shook, his body and his strange hair shook with him. The man carefully lifted his hand and ran it through his red hair, which half-obscured his view. His hair, tied loosely, was undone at the gesture. His hair, just over his shoulders, was caught like a spider’s web between his fingers. His hair was frizzy like a broom. He said it was red, but in fact, it was dull to be red. Yes, it was like a withered rose. Feeling the touch, the man thought it was a terribly vivid dream.
The man who unconsciously combed his hair and brushed his hair a couple of times slowly noticed what had fallen next to me a moment ago. It wasn’t a headband, it was a long black ribbon. Perhaps this had just been tying his hair loosely. The man held the ribbon in his hand. The ribbon, which was not of good quality, was very wrinkled. Stitches were popping all over the place.
The man was very bewildered by this situation, but soon after thinking that this was a dream, he calmed down. Yes, it must be a dream that didn’t make sense. If this situation was not a dream, how could you explain it?
“It’s a strange dream.”
The man blankly defined it that way. The water stains across his cheeks glistened in the light coming through the window, but it was something the man didn’t know. If someone had looked at the man’s face now, it would have been pitiful to see a very shabby man even shed tears on his thin, flat face.
The man looked around the narrow room again. His seat was clearly in a familiar room. No matter how much he looked around, it was the same room as the train he was originally riding in. He was curious to see the train he was riding in for the first time, so he couldn’t tell. But if there was something different from a little while ago… The fact that the auxiliary bag had been changed to a bag with an older and somewhat old design, and the fact that the suitcase newly purchased for travel had been replaced with an antique bag. And the fact that the fabric of the bed he was sitting on had changed. Should he say it was a little older than the original one?
Most of all, it seemed that the person he thought of as ‘him’ was not himself. This hair, which looked slightly over his shoulder, was not his, but the man was not wearing such a suit. The man carefully set the book in his hand aside and headed towards the wall with the mirror hanging on it.
The man stopped for a moment in surprise, forgetting to breathe.
“……”
There was a face he had never seen before.
The first thing that caught his eyes was red hair resembling a withered rose. The man in the mirror, no. The boy who was still young was wearing glasses. Those were dirty glasses. When he said that the world looked a little hazy, it must have been because of the glasses. The dark jade colour seen through the glasses was dark under the eyes, and he looked very tired. In addition, his cheeks were slender, and his jawline looked sharper because of that, making him even more sensitive. The tear marks that hadn’t dried yet and the red-rimmed eyes made him look even more pitiful and sad.
‘Even though it’s a dream, I’ve never seen such a person before.’
The man implicitly thought that the body he had now would not be himself, but he was surprised to see him wearing someone else’s mask and was speechless for a moment.
‘…come to think of it, I had a different voice than before.’
The man put saliva on his dry, rough lips, and then opened his mouth. He was not used to talking to himself, so he felt embarrassed even though no one was listening and no one was watching.
“…ah, ah. Real voice… What, really different?”
The man quickly shut his mouth. An unfamiliar voice came from an unfamiliar face. It was a voice he had never even heard of. Can you explain how you feel right now? He thought of a word to define, but every word that came to mind seemed out of place, so the man eventually gave up on naming it in his heart.
“Sigh…”
He sighed a bit. The more he tried to calmly understand the current situation, the more incomprehensible it became. He wanted to think of it as a dream, but… It suddenly occurred to it that it might be not. So, the man pinched his cheek hard. If it didn’t hurt, this would be a dream but, of course, he felt the pain.
“Aww, it hurts…”
It was a pain beyond imagination as he pinched his fingertips until they turned red. The pain was so vivid that tears came to his eyes and his cheeks ached. So, was this not a dream? He felt weird. In his heart, he thought maybe it was just an overly vivid lucid dream. But the pain was real. The man rubbed his tingly cheek. The boy in the mirror was copying all his actions.
‘If this isn’t a dream…’
In response, the man unknowingly found traces of ‘him’ in this boy. The more he traced the contours of his face, looked at the clothes he was wearing, took off his glasses and put them back on, and touched his hair, the more he realized that he had no external resemblance to this boy.
Unlike the man who was originally going towards his late 20s, this boy looked like a high school student at best. The clothes that didn’t fit his dwarf physique made him look as if he was prepared for being tall. The man sat down on the bed again.
‘What really happened? It was the train journey I was so looking forward to, so I can understand why it even comes out in my dreams. But I don’t understand why I’m wearing someone else’s figure instead of mine, that’s a little… But what if this might not be a dream? So what is this? Are you saying I’m in someone else’s body? Who is this?’
His confused head was spinning in a complicated way. The man looked out the window. The scenery passed quickly. The vast fields disappeared and a dense forest appeared. The train crossed the forest. The view put his mind at ease. The sound of the blades of grass swaying and hitting each other was like a song. Just when he was about to find peace in his heart, he heard the cry of an animal in the forest.
Aww—!
The sound was quite loud. It sounded like a huge beast howling when he only thought of the howl that broke through the noise of the train. Fear crept behind his back. The cry of the beast did not move away or get closer. It was strange that the man quickly closed the window and locked it. At that moment, his heart pounded. He calmly closed the window and sat down on the bed to understand why the cry was neither moving away nor closer.
T/N:
I’ll update this translation on weekend around 2-3 chapters. Also, this is still unedited or so I thought. I’m sorry if some sentences or some paragraphs didn’t make sense ahahaha!
With this I also want to apologize to drop my previous translation. I still need editor and/or proof reader for this project. If you want to join, please contact via comment. Thank you!
Rattle, rattle.
The entire room was dark during the time it (the train) was going through the long, long tunnel. There was not even a faint light in the space where nothing could be seen. There was no sign of the end of the terrible darkness that even he could distinguish between objects, let alone himself, so the man chose to close his eyes.
When he closed his eyes, all his senses became clearer. Was it because he was sitting on his back, or was it because he was putting his head against the window? As a result, the vibrations of the regularly swaying train became more vivid, and the resonant rattling sound seemed to detract from his ears. So the man slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding. Even the small sound of his breathing seemed to be heard loudly for nothing. The moment he exhaled, the still humming sound suddenly opened up, and the train came out of the tunnel.
Light poured down over the lowered eyelids. The inside of the eyelid blinked white in the sudden light. The light that broke through the darkness tormented him, and the man couldn’t open his eyes. At that moment, a wind carrying the scent of flowers blew in through the open window for ventilation. It was fragrant, sweet and soft at the same time. However, a raging wind blew through the room as if it had ever been so soft.
Tremble.
As a result, the old bookshelf in the man’s hand quickly turned over, and the clothes he was wearing and the dull red hair loosely tied also became a mess. The man still couldn’t open his eyes. The tired-looking eyes frowned. As the wind blew again, the man slowly lifted his eyelids. Then the tears that had been accumulating dripped down on his chin as it parted his cheeks and fell, leaving a dark mark on the book. But the man slowly scanned the narrow room without realizing it.
At that moment, the man was visibly agitated. His heart was beating rapidly as if expressing his feelings. Then, the man licked his dry lips, and the words he uttered were very small, and he was bewildered as if he contained confusion.
“Is it a dream…?”
The man could only think of this situation as a dream. The tablet in his hand had been replaced with an old book in the meantime, and his unfamiliar red hair tangled in the wind, obscuring his view. It was an unbelievable situation.
Every time the train shook, his body and his strange hair shook with him. The man carefully lifted his hand and ran it through his red hair, which half-obscured his view. His hair, tied loosely, was undone at the gesture. His hair, just over his shoulders, was caught like a spider’s web between his fingers. His hair was frizzy like a broom. He said it was red, but in fact, it was dull to be red. Yes, it was like a withered rose. Feeling the touch, the man thought it was a terribly vivid dream.
The man who unconsciously combed his hair and brushed his hair a couple of times slowly noticed what had fallen next to me a moment ago. It wasn’t a headband, it was a long black ribbon. Perhaps this had just been tying his hair loosely. The man held the ribbon in his hand. The ribbon, which was not of good quality, was very wrinkled. Stitches were popping all over the place.
The man was very bewildered by this situation, but soon after thinking that this was a dream, he calmed down. Yes, it must be a dream that didn’t make sense. If this situation was not a dream, how could you explain it?
“It’s a strange dream.”
The man blankly defined it that way. The water stains across his cheeks glistened in the light coming through the window, but it was something the man didn’t know. If someone had looked at the man’s face now, it would have been pitiful to see a very shabby man even shed tears on his thin, flat face.
The man looked around the narrow room again. His seat was clearly in a familiar room. No matter how much he looked around, it was the same room as the train he was originally riding in. He was curious to see the train he was riding in for the first time, so he couldn’t tell. But if there was something different from a little while ago… The fact that the auxiliary bag had been changed to a bag with an older and somewhat old design, and the fact that the suitcase newly purchased for travel had been replaced with an antique bag. And the fact that the fabric of the bed he was sitting on had changed. Should he say it was a little older than the original one?
Most of all, it seemed that the person he thought of as ‘him’ was not himself. This hair, which looked slightly over his shoulder, was not his, but the man was not wearing such a suit. The man carefully set the book in his hand aside and headed towards the wall with the mirror hanging on it.
The man stopped for a moment in surprise, forgetting to breathe.
“……”
There was a face he had never seen before.
The first thing that caught his eyes was red hair resembling a withered rose. The man in the mirror, no. The boy who was still young was wearing glasses. Those were dirty glasses. When he said that the world looked a little hazy, it must have been because of the glasses. The dark jade colour seen through the glasses was dark under the eyes, and he looked very tired. In addition, his cheeks were slender, and his jawline looked sharper because of that, making him even more sensitive. The tear marks that hadn’t dried yet and the red-rimmed eyes made him look even more pitiful and sad.
‘Even though it’s a dream, I’ve never seen such a person before.’
The man implicitly thought that the body he had now would not be himself, but he was surprised to see him wearing someone else’s mask and was speechless for a moment.
‘…come to think of it, I had a different voice than before.’
The man put saliva on his dry, rough lips, and then opened his mouth. He was not used to talking to himself, so he felt embarrassed even though no one was listening and no one was watching.
“…ah, ah. Real voice… What, really different?”
The man quickly shut his mouth. An unfamiliar voice came from an unfamiliar face. It was a voice he had never even heard of. Can you explain how you feel right now? He thought of a word to define, but every word that came to mind seemed out of place, so the man eventually gave up on naming it in his heart.
“Sigh…”
He sighed a bit. The more he tried to calmly understand the current situation, the more incomprehensible it became. He wanted to think of it as a dream, but… It suddenly occurred to it that it might be not. So, the man pinched his cheek hard. If it didn’t hurt, this would be a dream but, of course, he felt the pain.
“Aww, it hurts…”
It was a pain beyond imagination as he pinched his fingertips until they turned red. The pain was so vivid that tears came to his eyes and his cheeks ached. So, was this not a dream? He felt weird. In his heart, he thought maybe it was just an overly vivid lucid dream. But the pain was real. The man rubbed his tingly cheek. The boy in the mirror was copying all his actions.
‘If this isn’t a dream…’
In response, the man unknowingly found traces of ‘him’ in this boy. The more he traced the contours of his face, looked at the clothes he was wearing, took off his glasses and put them back on, and touched his hair, the more he realized that he had no external resemblance to this boy.
Unlike the man who was originally going towards his late 20s, this boy looked like a high school student at best. The clothes that didn’t fit his dwarf physique made him look as if he was prepared for being tall. The man sat down on the bed again.
‘What really happened? It was the train journey I was so looking forward to, so I can understand why it even comes out in my dreams. But I don’t understand why I’m wearing someone else’s figure instead of mine, that’s a little… But what if this might not be a dream? So what is this? Are you saying I’m in someone else’s body? Who is this?’
His confused head was spinning in a complicated way. The man looked out the window. The scenery passed quickly. The vast fields disappeared and a dense forest appeared. The train crossed the forest. The view put his mind at ease. The sound of the blades of grass swaying and hitting each other was like a song. Just when he was about to find peace in his heart, he heard the cry of an animal in the forest.
Aww—!
The sound was quite loud. It sounded like a huge beast howling when he only thought of the howl that broke through the noise of the train. Fear crept behind his back. The cry of the beast did not move away or get closer. It was strange that the man quickly closed the window and locked it. At that moment, his heart pounded. He calmly closed the window and sat down on the bed to understand why the cry was neither moving away nor closer.
T/N:
I’ll update this translation on weekend around 2-3 chapters. Also, this is still unedited or so I thought. I’m sorry if some sentences or some paragraphs didn’t make sense ahahaha!
With this I also want to apologize to drop my previous translation. I still need editor and/or proof reader for this project. If you want to join, please contact via comment. Thank you!
