Stumbling along the way, stopping and going,
I thought I could forget my sorrow,
Forget that past,
But when I try hard to forget,
You said you were willing to take me away without hesitation.
I believed it, but you broke your promise.
This city in the north,
The friendship I have,
There is also my love,
It's just a pity that what I love is a city of despair.
We, what a warm word.
You and I can never be us.