We’re loving wife and wife.

No, we were loving wife and wife.

I’ve been sedated too much in a state of sweet delirium. Smelling sweet poppies, downing too much from my love for you.

I’ve been too high to realize the real heights.

He indeed has a lot of what I lack. I’m lean, he’s muscular. I’m petite, he’s tall. He’s handsome, I’m not a creature suited to be called handsome. He can give you reassurances, I give you insecurities.

He’s a man, I’m a woman. He’s Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul, I’m Kim Taeyeon.

For four months I’ve hold my pain, sending a vague message to the world about my hurt.

When you said yes to the world’s accusation, I’ve blown down so low.

Down, down, down. Smacking me awake from my sweet daydream.

But my heart still dare to dream.

To dream of soaring. Of soaring to claim you back to me, from that Prince Charming’s grasp.

Let her go, let her go!

Why couldn’t you, my stubborn heart?

However, my heart’s will deteriorated. As your prince flaunted his affection for you in shows. As a young, questionable admirer approached me.

I’ll never be able to reciprocate that admirer boy deliberately.

Deliberately, I’ve let her go.