Written by In-Hwan, Park
Now, I have forgotten his name,
But the lips, the pupils
It leaves on my heart in trails.
Whensoever blowing
Whensoever raining,
The street lamps, weren't forgotten by this time,
Which were out of the window and the nighttime.
The love went by the old days were left.
The lakeside at the summer, the park at autumn,
On the bench,
It was been by the fallen leaves,
And the dust were made from the leaves,
And it's covered by the leaves,
And if our loves
Faded away.
Now, I've forgotten his name,
The lips, the pupils
It leaves on my heart in trails.
It leaves in my cool heart in trails.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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