Ten years of love, ten years of pursuit, ten years of infatuation, all I got in exchange was: "Who are you?" I can't help but feel hurt, and I can't help but feel sad. He knew clearly that he was not to blame for everything, but he couldn't help but feel sadness and despair in his heart.
Ten years of wandering, ten years of exile, and ten years of freedom have brought me a freer person. However, why do I, who have always been free, want to be bound by him from now on and feel helpless when I see him looking so sad?