Fifty thousand tears will not be enough because
sad music are you into me.
Fifty pages thrown to the wind because
the memory is eternal, my face just for you.
Do [bad word] back, no you do not turn around, I would not see me fall.

I like it, which is the same as if I'm wrong, because this pain is love for you.
Fifty thousand tears without knowing why
are a distant memory to you.

Fifty thousand tears will not be enough because
sad music are you into me.
I do not look, do not feel pain, it burns like a cut in salt.

I like it, which is the same as if I'm wrong, because this pain is love for you.
I like it, and do not ask permission, because this pain is love for you