해는 천천히 지고 있었어.
하늘은 분홍빛과 주황빛이 섞여
마치 꿈처럼 퍼져 있었고,
잔잔한 파도는 그 빛을 천천히 삼키고 있었지.
가족들이 웃고 있었어.
엄마, 아빠, 아이들…
모래를 던지고, 서로를 부르며,
사진을 찍고, 젖은 발로 도망치고…
나는 그 풍경을 멀리서 바라봤어.
마치 유리벽 너머의 세상처럼.
참 예뻤는데,
나는 그 안에 없었어.
그 순간 문득,
“내 아이도 저 안에 있었으면 좋겠다”는 생각이 들었고
바로 이어서,
“내가 저 안에 있었으면 좋겠다”는 마음이 밀려왔어.
그날 바다는,
너무 아름다웠는데…
나는 그 아름다움 속에서
참 외로웠어.
“The Sea Was Beautiful, But I Wasn’t In It”
The sun was setting slowly.
The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange,
spreading like a dream across the horizon.
The gentle waves quietly swallowed the fading light.
In the distance, I heard the sound of families laughing.
Mothers, fathers, children…
Throwing sand, calling each other’s names,
taking pictures, running with wet feet.
I stood there, watching it all.
It felt like a world behind glass.
It was so beautiful—
but I wasn’t part of it.
And in that moment,
a thought came to me:
“I wish my child were in that scene.”
And then another:
“I wish I were, too.”
That day, the sea was truly beautiful.
But in the middle of all that beauty,
I felt so very alone.
