I didn’t want this breakup,
Shame on those who caused it.
My leaves fell ill,
Let the season be at a standstill,
And the fall be ill at ease.
I shed dew drops from my eyes,
My cheeks get wet;
I’m like a cracked soil,
I've been hoping for an early rain.
(× 2)
We drifted apart from one another,
Let the rock fall in pieces and the path be ashamed;
My hand was pricked by a rose thorn,
Don’t let the rose be coy, let it be ashamed.
I shed dew drops from my eyes,
My cheeks get wet;
I’m like a cracked soil,
I've been hoping for an early rain.
(× 2)