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