Feeling sad to my heart. As if destroyed my life I did not expect all my goodness honey sweetness can be bile.
My hope you can be a protector as an umbrella in the rain. My hope you become the morning dew but it turns out the bearer hearts.
Before meeting you and me, it is implied from your lips how much you love me.
But now it has changed your heart, when meet no longer so.
It is not proper if we unite, you rich people love your life. While I am a poor man, nothing can be expected from my life.
