If I didn't love you alone in this life, what qualifications do you have to trample on my life like this?
If I hadn't loved, hated, hurt, tired, or been alone, how could I be so stupid as to give up everything and let you perish?
Love, hate, and hatred always hurt, but I can't let go of this obsession.
It's not too late when we meet, and we're not tired yet, but we can't love each other and we suffer alone.
Don't say that it's not hurt, it's something that can't be tolerated.