My love look, time is passing away:
While wearing away all of the pleasant sentiments
Half an hope is what all left
For being able to fight with dark future
In this acrid world, what a pity, there is no way for love; There is nothing but pain to share
Your mouth's warm,undelible taste in my mounth
While wandering with taste of lust
There was a wild horse in my heart and death in my mind
While wind weeping with pain outside
How strange, daily buisinnes cannot be forgotten
Even while making love with you in a bed
I'm imagining sorrowfull mothers,
In bazaars and shops with a net-bag
In this acrid world, what a pity, there is no way for love; There is nothing but pain to share