One day in a certain year.
Season is spring.

This love suddenly started.
The whistle of love rang inside me.

Just talking to you made my heart flutter.
My heart beats fast.
Luckily, I met you.

"This encounter is fate."
There's no way I can tell you that...

I want to know about your Instagram.
But I can't. I can't.

I couldn't get your contact information after all.
I wanted to talk to you on LINE or Instagram.
Can't I see you anymore?

I will keep thinking about you.
And I regret not knowing your contact information.


One month from that day.
I still can't get your name, voice, and what you said out of my mind.


Three months from that day.
I will look for your Instagram.
I searched for your name, but I couldn't find it.


Six months from that day.
I found your friend's Instagram.
I followed and got a follow back.
But I thought.
"Am I a stalker?"

Still, I won't quit.

Nine months from that day.
I found something that looks like your Instagram.
Your account has been closed to the public.
I followed her but she refused to follow me.
I was sad.


And it's been a year since that day.
I'm thinking about making a time machine from now on.
I want to make a coffee cup time machine.
I can enjoy it and go back to that time.

I will go back to that day and ask for your contact information.
And I'll get you.
Please love me for being single-minded.

Will I continue to think of you