Everything I’ve loved
Became everything I’ve lost
How could I believe
That you are just a ghost?

The art is no longer valued as before
And people today are so boring
Kiss me once more
Until we see the sunrise of the spring

Watching the rain falling
Instead of crying
Watching the Moon
Thinking that I will get well soon

I'm super sensitive
‘Cause I have my motives
And I describe myself as a pure melancholy person
And everyone, everyone has their reason