If all this is just a dream
I don't want to be drunk without waking up
Because I'm afraid that my heart will be full of fear that day
I try to move in your direction step by step
Move forward, move forward, move forward
Until one day we are gray-haired and I still can't stand side by side with you
I would tell myself forget it
That's the end of the play
Even if one day I no longer feel anxious about you
I will also keep you in my heart until the dust covers our faces
Maybe then I will pity the dust and no longer easily remember you
And then walked alone on the way home