My, my walkman
Cassette, blank tape
Filled it up on both sides with songs for you
Auto reverse on the bus to school
Things that are getting forgotten, just like us

My, my walkman
Cassette, blank tape
Filled it up on both sides with songs for you
Auto reverse on the bus to school
Things that are getting forgotten, just like us

Looking back in time
Like is like cigarette smoke
Breathing it in, blowing it back out
When the heart trembling feelings
Turn into familiarity, emotions change

The volatile life and world
It’s way too fast, yea I’m old school
Getting forgotten like an old pair of shoes
Like a piece of coal that used to be hot

Looking back in time
Like is like a watercolor
Smudging and staining
I didn’t give it my all
Just to have it remain as a mere good memory

I lived each day like it was my last
I lived as each moment as if it lasted forever
Sometimes, it hurt so much that my heart ripped
But because the pain resembles me, I embraced it

My, my walkman
Cassette, blank tape
Filled it up on both sides with songs for you
Auto reverse on the bus to school
Things that are getting forgotten, just like us

My, my walkman
Cassette, blank tape
Filled it up on both sides with songs for you
Auto reverse on the bus to school
Things that are getting forgotten, just like us

When dawn comes, hunger comes too
My insides are always empty
Maybe it has nothing to do with my stomach
Whatever
Putting meaning to nothing
Just make something
Make ramen

A table in front of the TV
I see old textbooks
New works in front of me
Movies I haven’t seen, there are thousands
Millions of people who won’t understand me
Damn

Noodles are soggy as I touch the remote
I put on an old movie I watched several times
My close friend said to me a couple of days ago
“You only listen to things you’ve listened to
Only see what you’ve seen, then you get old”

Shh
In my phone, I still have Illmatic or Yoo Jae Ha’s first album
There are so many things I can’t listen to or see again
So the past always knocks on my cold heart
Why?

Illmatic

The melody of people who say goodbye every day
Forgotten, forgotten
Memories go back and we only look for new things
Our stories are left behind
Like a summer shower that wets the world and dries up
We’re always like that
Crazily
As if we’ll die
Then as if it never happened
Auto reverse