Those things you don't know, I sing this song.
The words hanging on the lips have changed from being concerned about safety to being a joke that takes pleasure in others' misfortune.
Those blank nights, from longing to longing, turned into a dream that would be worse than never meeting.
Those greedy thoughts I had turned from a tame little fox into a flower-burial song buried deep in my heart.
Those unintentional jokes you made have turned from the dazzling and warm sun into the lonely fireflies at night.
Those words that I did not express my meaning split from a quiet lake and became the rain on your road.
Those feelings you feel so far away from each other, from the earnest heartbeat, wither into cold tears.
I had no choice but to give up on those roads that I couldn't walk in, couldn't get close to, and were endless.
Looking at your walking back and remembering your voice and smile, I chanted this song. Even if I lose my heart and courage in the end, at least I haven't lost who I should be.
Once the past has been exhausted, I should put it down, wave my hands, and return to my own world.