The season's changing. It's feeling a little bit
colder,
So I'm wearing your too baggy shirt.

We had another fight. I keep kiding myself that "I'm okay
on my own," How pitiful.


But, of anything, nothing compares to your warmth.

I had always searched for this great loving feel,

I'm surrounded by it, in your arms.
I want you to hold me tighter and never let go.
I'm perverse, but I can't help it. Now, I am

amaenbo*.

We aren't always together,

So when we finally meet, My cheeks redden.
Some of your behaviours made my heart skipped a beat... I
surrender to my feelings.


This happiness is unforgettable, I won't forget it.


I was always longing for you. I want to become pretty.
I want to look pretty for you.
I'm a little awkward, but I want to hold you tightly

I am your amaenbo*

*Acting like a needy/spoiled child