Even we don’t want to become a face that scolds in someone’s memory.
To become a stranger, who doesn’t know how to walk.
A flower that is not me. Even I couldn’t become a flower that time.
I didn’t even know how to become a silent bird.
Before love arrived, because I was used to waiting.
A storm through the night, allows two small rivers to flow down my face.
Building a wall in my heart, compared to the memories that dance with my hand.
The most valuable sentence is “I will long for you”.
It is also not a tale that exists among the stars.
Even we don’t want to become a face that scolds in someone’s memories.
To become a stranger.
Na Bo Ri, Biscuit Teacher and Star Candy, ep 9