Translation: Mom, dad - do you remember? When I was in fifth grade in elementary school, I used to go on four hour long trips from Mokpo to Gwangju solely out of my passion for music. I don’t how I got the guts to do it, but I even gave up soccer, the activity I loved the most, just to travel that long distance. (pauses) Wait, I still have more. Mom and dad still allowed me to go, even though they were worried. Truthfully, I know that you guys thought that I wouldn’t be able to do well at school. Back then I was unstylish because I had long hair and tanned skin from playing soccer. Despite all that, I luckily got accepted and my mom began taking me to the terminal everyday. She even went through the trouble of packing me lunch. But one day, my mom told me to ride the bus. Since I was so young, I got mad at her sudden words. Later, though, my brother told me that it was because my mom was sick that time. I felt so sorry for being angry at her. I made a promise with my brother after that. We promised to become successful and make our parents smile. After I got moved to Seoul, my mom and I were separated from my brother and dad. My mom struggled to tend to our new house. I felt helpless watching her do everything and sometimes even cried in the middle of training [when I thought of her]. Even through all that, I continued to whine and ask you to buy me things, and I hope you can forgive me.