If I go to Busan
Will I see you again?
You, who used to greet me
With your pretty hair

Busan station
It changed so much
Where do I have to go?
You’re not even here anymore

An unplanned trip at the start of the month
I can only see the old ocean and the old image of us
As if time has stopped
Let’s hold hands
And walk like those times

I went to Gwangan-ri without any thought
That smile from back then
That scent from back then
Reflects on the faded ocean
You and I, we’re crashing on the waves
I’m putting the pieces back together

If I go to Busan