The beginning was modest, from Daegu, yeah, the basement in Namsan-don To the penthouse in Hannam the Hill, ha Still Peter Pan, unable to wake up from sleep The realities of my mind tirelessly struggle with ideals My worst enemy is the anger inside me Even more terrible is the fight against laziness inside me Sometimes I resent God: why are you making me live like this? What am I doing at all, do I really love music? At such times, I ask myself again: if you could return, Would you come back? Well, I have to reflect on this...

Tell me oh, what can I do? Oh dear, what can I do Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue Tell me, oh, what can I do She thinks of him