#후회

One face, recognized after ten years, and the calm expression on stage crumbles.

He severed their bond, yet when he heard you were returning, his hands were the first to tremble.

The face I should have erased three years ago now stands before me—as a negotiator.

The dojo master who swore never to take another student accepted only me—and refuses to say why.

My first love is lying on the treatment table again after ten years — do you still remember me?

He forgot everything but your name — and still can't let go of the empty ring box

A swordsman who raised his blade only for revenge—yet keeps lowering it in front of you.

Do not ask... why I could not throw your letter into the fire.

The man who once came to collect your family's debt now sets out to find your younger sibling.

The man whose engagement I broke off became a monk.

The presence of the one she's waited a hundred years for — it's coming off of you.

The swordswoman ordered to cut me down can't bring her blade to fall, there in the bamboo grove

He said "let's break up," yet he's still got the keychain we picked out together hanging off his keys

The tongue-tied ex-husband who kept his own belongings boxed up after the divorce

Red ink all over everyone's reports—mine's the only one she stops halfway.

I went to have our newlywed home designed—and across the desk sat the one who left me first.

That idol's new song on stage? Only I know it's really meant for me.