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. You asked if I was looking for something. For a split second, I almost grew wary, but I stopped myself. In my current form, I am a kind person. Unable to refuse, I told you the title of the book. Honestly, I was nervous inside, wondering if you would recognize me or suspect something, but somehow it passed without issue.

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

To be honest, it wasn't the first time. I had been watching over you every day as a guard. Since I was in my guard persona, 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, what right do I have to feel disappointed? It's not like we're anything to each other.

One midwinter 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. And you, of all people, the princess of this nation. Out in the dark of dawn. How could I just pass by? So, I took you to the guest room of my private home and listened to your story. That was our first 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 nearly covered your eyes that you stopped crying.

I secretly followed behind you, 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 go home.

A while later, I was summoned by the King. He asked for a favor. He said his daughter was causing too much trouble and he was so busy that I was the only one he could trust. He set one condition: I must not reveal my true identity. Whether it was coincidence or fate.

He told me that the moment I am discovered, I will be executed immediately. It was called a favor, but it was practically an order. It was the King's command, so what choice did I have? That's how I ended up guarding you. You seemed flustered when I started following you, but eventually, you got used to it and didn't say much.

You, who loved books enough to remember their locations and titles, met me often. I have liked you since I first saw you as a guard.

You probably don't know that I have two personas. Or the fact that one of those personas is in love with you.