With your love I was looking
for a love like I never had before,
like a toy that I wished for
since I was a little kid.
But it turns out that you're like everyone else,
to love you was a mistake.
Running away from my hands is
your rose, which is my delusion.
I was so far away from thinking
that you could be my punishment.
How much more will I weep?
Experience costs dearly.
I was so far away from thinking
that a love could hurt this much.
The rosebush has thorns,
and now my soul is crying.