僕が歌う全ての歌は
With all the songs that I sing

君のことを忘れるための叫び
I cry to forget about you

僕の全ての仕草は
With all of my actions

君のことを忘れるための足掻き
I struggle to forget about you

リズム一つ君の声を忘れ
I forget the unique rhythm of your voice

音符一つに君の微笑みを忘れ
I forget the musical note of your smile

そうやって君のことを忘れ
I forget about you that way

そうやって君の記憶が薄れていく
My memories of you are fading that way

三年
Three years

君を忘れるには
To forget you

十分な時間ではなかった
It wasn’t enough time

雨が降る
The rain falls

間違いなく
Without a doubt

Some days Himchan forgets.

Some days your name doesn’t drift through his mind, your voice doesn’t float through his ears, your smile doesn’t flash in his vision when his eyes are closed.

Those days are almost normal—he enjoys the morning breeze a little more, his coffee doesn’t taste quite so bitter, the sun seems just a little bit brighter.

But sometimes he remembers.

He remembers all too well; the way your hair would fall into your eyes when you ducked your head down, the melody of your laugh that he swears he could still pick out of a crowd with his eyes closed, the scent of your shampoo in the mornings when you’d walk into the kitchen and give him a peck on the cheek while he had his morning coffee.

Those are the days when he wants nothing more to do with his life than curl up into a ball and let the darkness overtake him for hours, torn between wanting to see your smile again and the pain it brings him when he knows he’ll never truly see it again.

Sometimes he wishes he could remember, but other times he wants nothing more than to forget.

Today, he sits on the floor of a recording studio, janggu on his lap as he watches his friend fiddle with knobs and levers through the glass window. It had been a while since Yongguk had wanted to put traditional instrumentals in a song, and Himchan was, naturally, his go-to man.

“If you weren’t ready,” Himchan jokes, “you could have told me to come an hour later, Yongguk-ah