A wallet in my pocket
The padding and cars are multicolores, arranged
The ₩100,000 allowance I got not long after coming to Korea
Is still there tucked into my wallet
No matter how much is in there, within that small rectangle
My mother's phone number and our home address was written
So maybe that's why I could avoid growing up, forgetting that I became 16 years old

So as time passed, the precious past 2 years we shared all my memories together
Those days that I spent with him
We went through many things together
And when I randomly saw your old and worn appearance
Your scent was gone
And already the smell had speeded out of the sleeves
So I couldn't find and see your first impressions
However, many hours I slept, I kept you by my side
Because of the anxiety that I wouldn't know where you went
I always held you hand tight

Yeah, j. One, I know what you mean
Without my wallet there's nothing I can do
I remember that time
I dropped my wallet in a taxi
And for a month it was a very dark time
I received a new wallet
Got it from my mama
It was more expensive that I thought
Why'd you do that mama?
She said: Son, later you can pay it back until then don't you have to use a nice one?
She's right I gotta pay it all back
Until then my wallet's precious, protect
The things that I have to use daily, the important stuff too
Meticulously fit it inside so it looks nice, yeah
Two credits cards, cash in my card
The driver's license I got when I was 16 is there too
Wallet got extra protection for her just in case
If it's contact information then it's filled up inside

19 years old isn't just a young age but at the same time
Even if everything is buried, whether it's your body, soul or even mental state
It's the age where everything is reaching completion
Even just a few years ago
The bag I hung across my back was a book bag
My parents believed that would become a lighthouse
Illuminating the path before me
So even more hurriedly they filled it up back then
It felt rather heavy, but it's been a while since I threw it aside
Now there's my composition notebook inside
Because they have to throw away their actions and their dreams, uh
Adding on responsibility it became so much heavier
Although the actual measure of kilos is lighter
Still in my own way I hold on
To tell myself to have strength I even pack myself food
Endure