Heize, Changmo - Flu

I swallow down my memory with water
So the cold wind doesn't blow it
I'll cover myself with a blanket and take a nap
So when I wake up I'm going to be fine

Was it a medicine or a disease?
Was the hand that connected us just a barrier?
Was it my sincerity the one that said I love you?
I guess it was just a fever that was burning hot
I believe you're the only weak one
When I see I'm doing well
I try to cut you out from our pictures with ease
I'm doing well