dedicated to my dearest
it’s been a year, it’s been a month
it’s been a day, it has passed quickly with no time to reminisce
i have some other things to worry about
i can’t stand even an hour
my dry lips are bitten
now i can’t go back
but i’m still standing in the place
in the fragmented time
can we run into each other again?
after a long time, then we’ll know
baby g’s diary 