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The lyrics of \"Hills\" convey a sense of helplessness and regret; it is evident that Lee Jong-sung, after experiencing success and failure, looks back on all the unfulfilled wishes in his life. On a deeper level, these lyrics serve as a reminder to young people. As the lyrics say, \"Out of anxiety, one keeps looking back, seeking help in ignorance, feeling ashamed to ask for assistance, tirelessly climbing over each hill. Even though one’s hair has turned white, having pursued too many things in life can be exhausting, and in the end, everything remains unachieved.\" There’s still so much I want to say but haven’t said yet. I hold it back because I want to turn it into a song, something that people can sing softly and remember gently. Even if they end up forgetting it, it will still be worth it. Maybe all the thoughts in my life will somehow come together to form a river, and then we’ll each be on one side of that river, looking at its curves. Finally, we’ll dare to face the difficulties of life with a smile. Perhaps we’ve never truly grown up; we still don’t realize that we’re getting old. Yet deep down, we’re still those young people. Out of anxiety, we keep looking back, seeking help in ignorance, too tired to keep climbing over every hill. Even though our hair has turned white, we keep talking nonstop, burdened by sorrow that time won’t allow us to achieve immortality. We lose ourselves before we can even achieve that goal. After climbing over the hills, we realize that no one is waiting for us. We keep talking nonstop, but we can no longer bring back that tenderness. Why can’t I remember who gave me a hug last time, and when? I didn’t try to hide it, nor did I want to make you sad. How many times have we celebrated together, cursing that life is too short, regretting that we met too late? We didn’t care if the woman’s makeup got ruined from crying. It’s a shame that we’ve never truly grown up; we still don’t realize that we’re getting old. We keep trying, but still don’t understand the young people around us. We find excuses for ourselves, responding to the temptations of love and the whims of fate, fighting recklessly until death. After climbing over the hills, even though our hair has turned white, we keep talking nonstop, burdened by sorrow that time won’t allow us to achieve immortality. We lose ourselves before we can even achieve that goal. After climbing over the hills, we realize that no one is waiting for us. We keep talking nonstop, but we can no longer bring back that tenderness. Why can’t I remember who gave me a hug last time, and when? After climbing over the hills, even though our hair has turned white, we keep talking nonstop, burdened by sorrow that time won’t allow us to achieve immortality. We lose ourselves before we can even achieve that goal. After climbing over the hills, we realize that no one is waiting for us. We keep talking nonstop, but we can no longer bring back that tenderness. Why can’t I remember who gave me a hug last time, and when? We keep talking nonstop, burdened by sorrow that time won’t allow us to achieve immortality. We respond to the temptations of love and the whims of fate, fighting recklessly until death. Why can’t I remember who gave me a hug last time, and when?