Somehow the red string of fate

Bring them back together

Even though they left each other in anger

Then they are

Standing, facing each other

No, Jiyong doesn’t care

Of how he was left bleeding

Of how he was vacantly staring

Of how he was wishing the death for coming

It was in Tokyo

When, together, they ate froyo

It was in London

When they rode ferris wheel as the sun goes down

It was in Paris

When Jiyong screamed his name in bliss

And it was in Seoul

When his heart, never again, be as whole

How could be someone be a poison,

But at the same time be the cure of it?

Maybe, there is a reason

And Jiyong just has to find it

Countless break ups

Hundreds of empty promises

Endless of profanities

But they are back on it again

Somehow the red string of fate

Bring them back together

Even though they left each other without answer

Then they are

Standing, facing each other in wonder

No, Seungri didn’t want to explain

Of how he left without trace

Of how he made Jiyong in trance

Of how he was out of place