A locker full of memories,  
there's a little teddy bear enduring within,  
in that crowded space,  
it longs for its place.  

The grime that covers its beauty,  
when did the little teddy begin to feel lonely?  
Only the dust has the answer.  

Love, comfort, and free,  
the little teddy is a memory—  
the one who was once played with,  
laughed with,  
danced with,  
must be led to the abyss of the forgotten  
by a growth that is full of distractions.  

Wait!  
The young lady opens the door.  
She meets the little teddy at the front.  
A longing that was never realized  
has found its place.  

The dust begins to disappear,  
swept away by the meeting.  
It, once dirty, becomes beautiful again,  
and it, once dry, is drenched once again.  

The young lady says,  
"I'm sorry, I am the one who made you like this."