My god, I ask
How can 당신 do this?
당신 made the sun
The world, your canvas
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant
In this dream
I am warm
There are hands in my hair
And it's good to be there
I wave my hand and nothing happens
I set my scene and I can't play it
I'd leave it to 당신 but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless
And 당신 are
Nostalgic while 당신 are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while 당신 weren't looking
And 당신 are
Nostalgic while 당신 are still living this
And you're sure
This is how 당신 know you're living