I don't know how long it's been since I've seen this city in detail. It seems that since he left, there has been no color anymore. The whole world became dark. Love makes people fall, but it does not give people a chance to wake up.
The tall towers in the distance have been buried in layers of fog, and the rain has begun to fall in the city again. The decay in the air grabs people's throats and suffocates them.
Walking to the distant phone booth, he picked up the British-style microphone and called Kim Heechul in South Korea.
"Brother Heechul, I'm fine. Don't worry, I'm happy now. Well, that's right... Everything is fine here..." Putting down the phone in his hand, the drizzle in London turned into a heavy downpour at some point.
Putting down the shopping bag in his hand, Kim Ki-bum smiled as if he was about to cry. "Changmin, look, I'm still happy without you."