Our youth is like a pattering of rain,
Sometimes, it is sad and cool, and sometimes it is fresh and pleasant.
They are the walkers in this rain, waiting for the person who holds an umbrella for them,
And I have been looking for someone to get wet with.
He was my initial throbbing, but in the end it was just a throbbing;
He makes me love until it hurts and is the beginning of my nightmare;
He makes me a humble mistress, but I cannot hate him;
I'm sorry for too many people's sincerity, and too many people are sorry for my sincerity,
When the body is just a skin, I know that my youth is beginning to storm,
Men lingering in different tastes, laughing at themselves and crying in the night,
At first I was obsessed with looking for the eyes that smiled for me,
Only in the end did I realize that what I needed were eyes that shed tears for me.