Stinky breaths, groundless rumors and an extinguished light

Reverie

When I'd become your fan,
I dreamed of crossing thousands of miles, going to korea where you lived.
I dreamed of meeting you in person,
Shaking hands, hugging you, taking pictures.
I dreamed of you, you were a close friend of mine. You were calling my name in my dreams.
Now I stop dreaming, afraid that when I wake up, I have to wake up to the reality, that we are no longer under the same sky, that you're already gone.
So I pretend that you are still alive.
I can't meet you because we live so far away and also as an international fan, a chance of meeting an idol is like once in a blue moon to begin with.
I wonder what you're doing right now.
I can see you playing with your cats in your house, giggling and running around.