darling, I'm grieved..if you touch, I'll bleed..
did we come to the end of the way?don't think I'm ready
while it was starting, it must end..it was wrong..I know..
even if this love is crime, don't think I'm willing
my crying isn't because of your going..
distances are acquaintance to me
my rebellion is only to skies
why are you forbidden to me
my one who is brave..my one who has a white skin
don't pick roses at stranger people
maybe I'll die, maybe I'll be alive
don't love anybody in place of me