黑暗： darkness
It was only night and night that became day.
The words on his wrist, the cigarette used. He had carved the words into his skin,
They reminded him of mistakes made and the loss of him.
je ne regrette rien
I regret nothing, whispered he.
The love you said, the love you made.
In the end, society's rules and people's hate,
They seared into you, they seared into me.
Would we have stayed together?
Could this be fate?
Like cherry blossoms that bloom,
We withered away, we withered away.
And i was left here, wanting to regret nothing.
Needing to regret nothing.
The Han River lay quietly, waiting.
I moved towards it.
Maybe I could stop regretting.
[a/n: this takes place before 血も涙もない , before Changmin meets the Reaper. as you may have guessed. An idea of what brought Changmin to the river.]