I walked much but what did I find
While waiting him to love me I lost love
In the end I went astray
And I also got lost
I always believed but I was wrong
I was your flower and become a rumor on foreign tongues
In the end I melted like a candle
And I also got lost
Even if you search for me now
It'll be very difficult for you to find
I just have one word for you
Best of luck
Did my breakup not burn you?
Your face became red, did it not hurt?
Was the breakup not your medicine?
I said my last word, did it not top it?