I miss you like a plum candy
What's sour is that you can't see it, what's sweet is that you have good memories
That was the first time I said to you what I thought was the truth.
But later I discovered
When this word was confirmed to me, its power seemed so insignificant.
I can't forget you at all
Even if I have selective amnesia
Even if I become crazy
Just a little bit of your familiarity
My steps will unconsciously search for you