I don't know, I really don't know.
I know if the people around me can forgive me every time I make a mistake.
I know I don't have that qualification.
I know if I'm the only one secretly crying on this street corner.
After saying goodbye, can I no longer miss you?
I also know the temperature of longing.
It's my body temperature.
I also know the color of missing.
It's that color you have in the sun.
I also know the shape of longing.
It is the circle of happiness inverted.