If every longing that is rattling is hurt,
then not enough one wound in it.
If one second hurts,
then one minute is painful
and one hour is lost.
Maybe I can hold back the tired fire with a deep longing,
but the gasoline you poured, the more it burned this heart
to ash without residue.
Lost melting into one, then go like a file without a trace.
I thought I searched far away guessing the clouds,
limit the earth and rain,
Between life and hope.
But all waiting is only a thorn,
for the soul who hopes for more peace.
I took off all my dreams,
I took off all my longings,
I arranged a new heart to achieve peace.
Even though until this moment,
I can't accept it.
I just let go of my waiting when a painful wound hit my soul.
I have never regretted my waiting, even though many torments are suffering,
I will not lose it too much about you, even though the tears clearly change because I miss.
Thank you for the taste,
because because he is there,
tell the heart like that love
