When we go back, I will never see you again, President Yu. Ok. We were a bad memory to each other that can’t be forgotten. Good-bye, Mr. Cha Seok Hoon.
I fell quite a lot when I was young. Every time I fell, my father put some ointment and a band-aid on my cut then blew at it like this. Then my cut healed very fast, so I went out to play again.