I wish there was some kindness among people.
Sometimes, when I look at the stars in the night sky, I think about how close the stars may seem to each other, but they are actually hundreds of millions of light years apart.
How far is the distance between me and the stars I look up at from this land?
As between stars, so too will it be between people.
So, I hope people don’t get too hung up on love…

---From "Chapter 1: Happiness, How Thirsty We Wish for It"

These days, even the ordinary, uneventful days seem like miracles, and the eyes we meet are filled with a lonely pity.
Tears well up in my eyes and glisten as my heart aches. Is the place you're standing right now comfortable?
---From "Chapter 1: Perhaps living means wandering alone through the fields, searching for a path"

After falling countless times, being shaken, being messed up by the judgments of others, and getting back up again, reflecting on myself and others, seeing some people waver and others stand up straight, I was finally able to keep my distance.
Time has taught me that.
Instead of letting go of the hand I was holding, it just slipped away.

---From "Let's get together and share food, worries, or anything else"

No matter how hard I try, I can never get used to a breakup. Even though it's been 10 years since my friend left, there are days when I feel a dull, heavy pain in the scars that remain.
How many more times will I be able to see the people who are precious to me in my life?
How many more times can we meet?

---From "Chapter 1: Goodbye, My Friend"

Human limitations… .
A part that is entirely yours alone, for no one can suffer for you or die for you…
The sadness of the family watching from the side… .
Many people say that in the process, their perspective on life changed, their thoughts changed, they redefine happiness, and they come to know the humility that money and fame cannot buy.
As I was throwing things away and organizing them, I began to rank what was most important to me.

---From "Chapter 1: Everything is Useless After You Leave"

Perhaps the most vital bond in the world is that between mother and daughter, and between daughter and daughter.
I hope that everyone reading this article can live a life of more communication and without regrets.

---From "Chapter 1: Petals are endlessly blown by the wind, and the day we meet is far away"

It was only after a long time that I realized, 'This is the social nature of song.'
The song belongs to the one who sings it.
It's not the song that was created by the singer who first sang it.
No one can predict what kind of chest it will be called after going through many refractions.
So there will be tens of thousands of “morning dews” in the world.
---From "I owe a debt to the song in chapter 2"

The media was making a fuss about how jeans and an acoustic guitar were symbols of rebellious youth culture, and they were calling me a "jeans singer" and all that.
As a poor rookie singer, all I needed was a crisp 500 won note in my back pocket.

---From "The Female Singer Wearing Jeans and Rubber Shoes"

Because it is a profession that requires a lot of attention from others, there are senior female singers who have gone through a difficult path while sometimes being criticized.
How much did the songs they sang behind the scenes and in their daily lives, enduring discrimination and harsh words, soothe people's loneliness?

---From "Chapter 2: To the Senior Female Singers Who Have Walked the Difficult and Rough Road"

A well-made song touches the heart even when sung unaccompanied.
However, songs made with the desire to be hits sound strangely creaky and embarrassing to sing when there is no accompaniment or choreography.
If you have selfish intentions in your song, you won't be able to captivate anyone.
Whether it's a song, a person, or a tree, if they don't have a solid framework to withstand the passage of time, we quickly turn away from them.

---From "If Songs in Chapter 2 Have Fate"

I believe in the power of sisterhood, where women pull together and care for one another.
As I lived, I relied on that power and also tried to share it in my own way.
"Women are the enemy of women"? That's not true.

---From "Chapter 2: Singing Sisterhood"

I hope that my songs will be a source of encouragement to someone, like the wind that patted my back, and I put that wind into my songs.

---From "Chapter 2 My Song is the Wind"

I have three friends with whom I share an unusually large amount of things.
We met when we were seventeen and nineteen and became close, and although we hurt each other, our relationship is incomparable to that of anyone else.
Although we are both busy with our own lives and cannot spend as much time together as we did when we were young, a word a friend occasionally says still resonates deeply in my heart.

---From "Chapter 3 To a Friend I Miss"

In the end, what remains are the memories of sharing our hearts.
The memories of moments when our hearts touched each other awaken us, encourage us, support us, and make life worth living.

---From "Chapter 3: On Days When You Can't Do Anything"

The person I like and love also loves and protects me.
It's hard, but if you ask for help, you can be safe again.
Experts tell us that believing that you have someone on your side no matter what is going on gives you the strength to get through each day.

---From Chapter 3, “The person I like loves and protects me”

My job involves speaking on the radio every day, so sometimes I desperately need a cave of my own.
To me, being silent and still is rest.
Although traveling with my husband is great, I also need some time alone, so after declaring that I would travel alone, it became my monthly event.

---From "Chapter 4: I Need to Travel Alone"

When I meet people who have the same pain, I am reminded of the child inside me.
I know all too well what kind of pain it is, so I just keep my mouth shut.
There is no need to add words of comfort.
'Yeah, I know that.
Just say, 'You were like that too,' and that's it.
Then, strangely enough, the same pain erases the same value and the pain subsides.

---From "Chapter 4 To the Child Within Me"

I wonder if it's true that you have to go down as far as you can and hit rock bottom to get back up.
Let's say that he doesn't just hate himself, but that he really hates himself.
Then, one day, the hatred will reach its peak.
Then one day, it will definitely come up.
That's the way it is.

---From “Chapter 4: If It’s Difficult to Accept and Love Yourself”

Moreover, I must have had friends, love, work, and family all because of that.
Was there anyone who gave it to me because they wanted to hurt me?
I guess it was because his speed was tangled and he was cornered.
If that were the situation, I would have done the same.
Thinking about it this way, I feel a sense of relief, and I think I gave advice to my juniors who were having a hard time because they were being pushed around by people, saying, “You can do that.”

---From "Chapter 4: It Could Be"