Sheets are washed.
Your perfume might still last a few more days, weeks even if i'm sparing.
I don't cry to sleep anymore.
I stopped tearing on the phone.
Emotional, but i'm pretty steady now.
Just when i think i'm getting a grip of myself,
You start to plunge.
I'm really sorry.
보고싶다, 울오빠.
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