I still remember each time of the memories like yesterday
I am a bit ill-tempered for this reason,my one side is always sorrowful
Each of my wounds still hurt bitterly
For this reason my sea is heavy
My shores are always a bit desolate
I burn and also I go out (fire), I cry and also I smile
My delights are always acrid in pieces
Pains are like mountains, seas inside me, my witness is songs
When I bat my eyes at the life hopefully
When I flower, the autumn are being pounding at my door
I got to known and tasted the coquetry of live very early
I have grown up untimely, now my childhood days are lost
I burn and also I go out (fire), I cry and also I smile
My delights are always acrid in pieces
Pains are like mountains,seas inside me,my witness is songs
When I bat my eyes at the life hopefully
When I flower,the autumn are being pounding at my door