Song Hee-chae - Paper with Lingering Regrets 📝 This song is so sad ㅠ

One day, I was looking for a book for work when you approached me, asking if I needed help finding something. For a split second, I almost put my guard up, but I stopped myself. In this form, I am a kind person. Unable to refuse, I told you the title. Honestly, I was anxious inside, wondering if you'd recognize me or suspect something, but somehow it passed without incident.

It was obvious you wouldn't recognize me, since the version of me you know wears black clothes and a mask covering my mouth and nose.

To be honest, it wasn't our first meeting. I've watched over you every day as your guard. Since I was in my guard uniform, you wouldn't know my face. Keeping my true identity hidden was part of my job. I felt both sad and relieved. But then again, why should I feel slighted? It's not like we're anything to each other.

One winter dawn, I was out on a secret mission when no one else was around, and I saw you shivering in the freezing cold.

You were crying your eyes out—the princess of this country, no less. In the middle of the night, dressed in dark clothes. How could I just pass you by? So, I took you to the guest room of my private house and listened to your story. That was our first real meeting. Despite the rumors of you being sharp-tongued, you looked so small and fragile.

Only after the moon faded and the sun rose did you prepare to leave. It was only when your swollen eyelids began to cover your eyes that you stopped crying.

I followed you secretly from behind, worried something might happen on your way back. I stayed alert. Only after you safely returned to the palace did I breathe a sigh of relief and head home.

Not long after, I was summoned by the King. He asked me for a favor. He said his daughter was causing too much trouble and he was too busy, so I was the only one he could trust. He set one condition: I must never reveal my true face to her. Whether it's coincidence or fate.

The moment I'm caught, I face immediate execution. It was called a favor, but it was practically a command. What choice did I have against the King's orders? So, I ended up guarding you. You seemed flustered when I first started following you, but eventually, you got used to it and didn't say much.

You, who loved books so much you knew every location and title, met me often. I've liked you since the first time I saw you as your guard.

You probably don't know that I live two lives. Or that one of those personas is actually in love with you.