The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Bunk

The brother who sleeps on my upper bunk Silent you The questions you once asked me Now no one asks about it anymore Give me the brother who smokes cigarettes Share your happy past with me You always guess wrong the coin in my hand Shake your head and say this is too mysterious Your letters are becoming more and more polite You said nothing about love You said you have many friends now But no longer worry about those things The brother who sleeps on my upper bunk Sleeping in my lonely memories The girl you always talked about in those days Did she give you her hair tie? You said that whenever you look back at the red sunset Whenever you hear the evening bell again Bits and pieces of the past will emerge In your heart that has no time to be sad Your letters are becoming more and more polite You said nothing about love You said you have many friends now But no longer worry about those things I asked when we could go back together Take a look at our dormitory and our past The words you carved on the wall are still clear From then on, no one can erase it Intention: