My heart is broken, my body is broken, the appearance of crying is sitting in me, my throat is closed, there is a great hatred left in my heart, an old wound
has flowed in my heart, the shrine of love sorrow is like a cold fever , all the doors are a big lock, my hand is dried up, I broke my hand on the beat of the night,
I broke my love, but I sat in the soil of homesickness, waiting for you to arrive , I tied myself to the soil of every road
, captive. My love, with this cold body , in the darkness of pain in the flowering season , I broke the only withered and dry flower of love, tired and yellow,
for the sanctity of my love, but I sat in the soil of homesickness , waiting for you to arrive, I tied myself to the soil of every road.
