"hey, shinwon, come here!" your voice, laced with so much sweetness, calls to me. i wonder, how can one's voice be this sweet and pleasing? even if it's the only thing in the world, i can survive with it for a thousand years. i will never get tired of your voice.
i smiled to you, who was sitting on the soft, green grass. how can one look as angelic as you? how can you complete a scenery so flawlessly?
the distant memory just had to show itself to me again, reminding me of every single thing i have messed up.
i'm sorry, for ruining such a perfect being like you.
