I don't know

I don't know, my love

Of the marked memories

Are thorns without light

That hurt me with pain.

A love like this, I don't want

Not. I don't ever want

Cry without feeling pain

Moan without being cold.

And wake up without seeing you

It's all hard on me

But I will change this story

With the six-thirty wind.

I didn't imagine having you like this

Ripping my shirt

And putting my portrait on the street

Behind a garbage can.