O lit candle of your period, you want a butterfly
You want to go crazy in the land of the wise
When you are happy with my period, you draw a line
But one day you want a shoulder for your crying
You want a shoulder
Oh, the sorrow of my time, you set fire to my soul
My ashes were blown away by the wind
A sigh that is always farther away than anyone who is arrogant
You must be forgotten
I want to be more familiar with you, you want a stranger.
You want ruin from the four pillars of my body
Manly, I have remained in love with you all my life.
But you want a manly cry from me, you want a man.
