곁에 그림자가 모이는 가운데 먼지를 씻어내는 여자

I’ll scrub away the dust and grime, To save myself a little time. But for the thoughts within my head, I’ll watch the scarlet bloom instead. The water clears the skin so pale, While shadows tell a wicked tale. One is a chore I must endure, The other is the dark allure.