In my previous life, I was lost for you. In the next, I don't know where to go.
In the end, it was no more than a fleeting splendor. The past goes round and round, too precious to trample.
I brushed lightly against time, and in an instant became a single vermilion mark between your brows.
Amid the heart-rending song, I recall my life. I never saw the sorrow coming: it was all youthful folly.
