Last night, I did not sleep but thought of the beloved
I leant on the window frame and watched the stars
In this transitory life, many become happy
I won't cry in front of others, I burn in the nights
Between the eyebrow and eye, is the hopeless love
A stroke of fate, it's treacherous*
In this transitory life, many become happy
I won't cry in fron of others, I burn in the nights