He wondered why is YoungJae so happy!

Why is he laughing? Why is he joking? Why is he having fun at all!

He should be the one crying

The one dying

yesterday’s night when the younger was at his weakest

When he was weeping his worries out

He said he is dying, he said

But it doesn’t show

And this is the problem, it doesn’t show

Although YoungJae told him between sniffles at least he could continue singing, no problem, the tumor isn’t in his throat, but the idiot knows it’s a bone cancer and he is thinking this way

He can’t help but worry

He worried, how will I dos, what will I dos, and what should I dos – when he is gone

Selfish much, but he can’t help it

He can’t stop hating the smile on his bestfriend’s face now

The mere jokes about YoungJae makes him want to look away

Makes a lump of suffocation up his throat

But he knows he should not tell the rest, it’s not his thing to do

But knowing YoungJae, the younger won’t do it either

No one else will know beside him, no one is going to suffer his pain

He thinks its harder on him than it is on his younger member.