Pains in my tummy are like an incense that I worry about that it die down
There are many things I would tell till the morning, if I could wash your ashore
It is too late to change everything
And it is too early to give up
Pains in my tummy are like an incense that I worry about that it die down
There are many things I would tell till the morning, if once I could wash your ashore
It is too late to change everything
And it is too early to give up
Leaving is not hard at dark
If you have courage, wait morning wind
Let your eyes give the answer
If it is the same, never stay [with me], I can suffer [from your absence].