Yeah, this is the last time, Seoul night bleeding neon rain
We danced on broken soju glass, your lipstick on my collar like a red refrain
Han River whispers “kkeojyeo” but my heart’s still BPM 128, can’t stop the train
Your silken hanbok tears across my midnight skin, bibimbap promise gone grain by grain
I press your trembling hands inside my North Face, frostbite memory in every vein
Nae maeumi deureojyeo like the 9 o’clock curfew siren—geu sori kkeute
We kiss through the fence wire, DMZ moonlight, then you fade to static, no replay, no replay
This is our last farewell, kkot-gateun goodbye, burn it in the cone of light and let the Seoul sprawl erase your name