Every night I think about you
But all that just made ​​my heart because it's more miserable.
In fact, it is only a delusion
Why could you hurt me?
Why could you make me cry karnamu?
Shed tears that never drips so ago.
The heart feels sore
Because I was hurt by people who waited
People who adore me and so pobud means
And people who pobud my desire in this life.