You are my dream of gains and losses, and I am your dispensable person. After all, the arrows that cross the mountains and rivers are stabbed by the people with the most affection.
It seems that everyone around me is making progress, but I am still like a catcher in a wheat field, standing on the spot tasting a hundred years of loneliness.
To live strong, because in this world, someone is waiting to meet you again, and you have all their memories in your body.
It's you and me, one north and one south. You said that I was willing to leave the south, I only said that you would not follow me north.
And those who accompany me with joys and sorrows, with the fate of the fate, with the passage of time, slowly one by one out of my life.
Your words and deeds were all shining, too dazzling, so I closed my eyes, but my heart couldn't stop dreaming of you.