Waiting for the Love (2025 Remaster)

That day after school, our relationship crossed the borderline between "friends" and "lovers." That was our first rule: "Let's share a little bit every day."

Exactly 8 PM. The sound of the phone ringing is the same every night. But when I glance at the clock, the sky past eight doesn't show any change, just like the anxiety in my heart.

What I'm waiting for isn't your call; it's your love.

You confessed first, but now I'm the one who's fallen far more fiercely. Why does my chest ache every time I hear your happy voice? Why does this relationship feel so fragile? When I imagine the nights the phone doesn't ring, I realize the weakness of myself waiting here alone.

There is no turning back from these feelings. My hand holding the receiver begins to tremble, in the room past 8 PM

This is a narrative woven from the anxiety of love and the relentless pursuit of affection.