I ask myself why the world
searches for love and you do not love.
I always wonder but I do not know why
we cut off roses when they bloom.
I ask myself why the world
gives you joy and then sorrow.
I always wonder but I do not know why
true love lasts only for a moment.
I ask myself why, if you loved me, you left me.
I always wonder but I do not know—I do not know—
how could you make me cry—
make me cry—
make me cry—
make me cry—
make me cry.