SEVENTEEN - Yawn

Over the passing moon
The air is moving away
When did it become so cold?
I guess I really have to forget it now
Even if I practice, I know I can't
You were everything
Rolling footsteps
On the piece of paper of my heart, full of scribbles of me
I have a favor written down
I don't hate you
You know it was a good choice
You couldn't even tell me, it must've hurt so much
You must have been suffering alone
There's no way I wouldn't know
Because you are my breath
Do not feel sorry
It's just like a yawn when it is not enough
Rolling footsteps
On the piece of paper of my heart, full of scribbles of me