It wasn't all lies.
Jaejoong ah, where are you?
I walked with you, talked to you and smiled at you. Tall, slender and fragile, you were wearing my coat and black boots, looking up at me from the side, your face a shimmer of the autumn rain.
You know what, I can see those wrinkles and spots under your heavy makeup and exaggerated colors, but you are still fatally exquisite. It's a kind of tragic beauty that lures my senses, my soul, and before I could withdraw it has poisoned my mind. and now I'm deluded, isolated in this world named after you.
Jaejoong, Kim Jaejoong, Han Jaejun. What should I do now.