Raise my glass.
Reality’s done it once again. It is what it is. You’re leaving so soon back to Korea. You’ve seen me drunk multiple times and had to carry me home. I cried in the public eye of 2000 students during lunch break only to have you apologize and confused. I tried to force myself into liking and caring for other guys. It’s not the same. I always find myself missing you. There, I raise my glass to you. 난 너 그리워. 난 너 보고싶어. 돼지아.
