You're loving, even when the pot is full
He is just overflowing by himself, in his vision I am
Autumn flowers, fire flowers,
the wind which is near.
You're in love, yes- when you're always in pain
Keeping it like a wound, not even the sun can reach it
But you want to run after shadows.
Your whole being is just like a storm
No rest, no change, just the same pain
Regret is filling my heart now.