How did you do this, you burned my heart
still my bed is not cooled yet, red hot
my road's companion my life confidant
while saying my soul's pride you stabbed a blind knife
is that so the new fashion of love
come on is it really next
is the world really changed so much
is that so i can't love it
am i throwing my weak body in the face of world
whatever happens i cannot sell my soul
is that so i can't
you couldn't wait? could you
let it be three or five months
at least my writings filled with you