Being in this barren world
With all the heartbreaks of my heart
With all the bitterness of your story and me
Im sorry to complain
The value of my complaint is more than these
Not for the one who is profitable.
The one who is the color of the world moment by moment
I think its just our own.
What has been my share of you other than harassment?
You who have become a market for the world
I had seen you with my eyes
You have me but as a buyer
The value of my complaint is more than these
Not for the one who is profitable.
I should have known you because you had a thousand faces.
Youre putting a price on my heart and feelings.
You couldnt understand that loyalty is not to be bought
Broken Chinese hearts can no longer be transplanted
