Even if the sun is filled with enthusiasm I do not care anymore,
Look again I'm lost, damaged, sorrowful,
I loved, loved and was not loved back,
At this fact I cannot smile,
Now where is my mind, where is my self?
Cry, cry pupil of my eyes,
You are not satisfied with crying,
They will all go too, don't tire yourself,
You already were not happy anyways.
I became a wreck, filled with troubles on that day, it's none of your business,
No doubt you are responsible again for my tomorrow,
I was not happy because of my mother and cruel lover,
You are like a child, your troubles are larger than the world.
Cry, cry pupil of my eyes,
You are not satisfied with crying,
They will all go too, don't tire yourself,
You already were not happy anyways.