If I go to Busan, will I see you again?
You, who greeted me, with your pretty hair flying

The Busan station has changed so much
Where do I have to go? You’re not even here now

Under the moon that has risen
There’s only the old ocean, only the old us

As if time has stopped
Let’s hold hands and walk like back then

I went to Gwanganri without much thought
I remember that smile, that scent back then

You and I are reflected in the faded sea
I’m putting together the pieces of us, broken by the waves

If I go to Busan