For the blind, He is the vision.
For the hungry, He is the chef.
For the thirsty, He is the water.
If Shin-Chang-Sup thinks, I agree.
If Shin-Chang-Sup speaks, I’m listening.
If Shin-Chang-Sup has one fan, it is me.
If Shin-Chang-Sup has no fans, I don’t exist.
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine
You make me happy When skies are gray
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