The sky is gloomy this afternoon, and you have a stinky face, much like you are losing your temper.
But you won't cry, so I secretly thought to myself, it would be nice if it rained later.
But I have been waiting since the afternoon until now, and he has not dropped a drop of rain. I'm a little angry, like you never listen to me and always go against me for everything. You know how much I want you to stay with me, but you still fly to the other hemisphere. How disgusting I am to you, I can't even let you stay with me for a second longer.
Yeah, I'm disgusted.
For so many years, I have loved you secretly in my heart. You know nothing.
If only you didn't know anything now. . . . . .