8 years have pass, and alot of things has change in Seoul.

Since the day, I stopped loving people.

Since the day I was scared to break my fragile heart.

I was scared because no one comforted be and healed my wounds.

Instead my wounds were just healed by myself no one offered to heal it for me.

So I was scared.

Cause it might be "Just another bottle of teardrops."

She was to fragile to love.

I don't want her to be broken; she's a to sad to be broken.

I don't want her to kill herself.

So I never ahowed up and help her heal her wounds.

But someday if fate will give us another chance.

I won't let her collect"Just another bottle of teardrops."