It's pitiful, past is a shame
I'm tired of explaining
I've been strucked that day
After you gave up on me
It's pity and waste yet
I was like snowdrop
Touching the bottom with sorrow
I used to love you
In the bosom of sorrow
I used to love you
When both I was awake and I was asleep
I used to love you
Over again despite you
Halter on my neck at gallow
You've nothing to do with love, you don't know
Calm, even rose cought fire
I used to love you
With my teardrop which's not dropping
You whose named coward fighter
A traitor who sold love
I used to love you
In every battle field
It's pitiful, past is a shame
A loneliness, a struck
I've been strucked that day
After you gave up on me
It's pitiful and waste yet
I was like I was taking strong interest
Like the person who's taking last fiery breath
I used to love you
In the bosom of sorrow
I used to love you
When both I was awake and I was asleep
I used to love you
Over again despite you
Halter on my neck at gallow
You've nothing to do with love, you don't know
Calm, even rose cought fire
I used to love you
With my teardrop which's not dropping
You whose named coward fighter
A traitor who sold love
I used to love you
In every battle field