My soul is cold, and my heart pierced
Without him I feel lonely, I want to know “yes” or “no”
Like a teenager, I still believe in love
“Does he love me? Maybe he doesn’t?” I ask a flower
“Yes” or “no”, if he doesn’t love me, tell me
Is better than navigating in illusion
“Yes” or “no”, my joy, mi pain
Please, tell me soon, “yes”, or “no” (twice)
Few petals are left (I don’t know what it will tell me)
Few of the flower is left (wait please)
What will the last petal tell me? (I want to know what it will say)
Answer me that, my love (“yes” or “no”, tell me)
“Yes” or “no”…