When the last drop of my blood fell in front of you, why did you remain unmoved? Could it be that I am not as good as those vulgar fans around you? Do you really love women who only flatter and please you? I have shed so much blood for you, but am I not getting the slightest reward? No, I think maybe I have already got it... Those are the tears you shed for me when I was ten years old, drip by drop, echoing in my heart...