All That's Left in My World Is Tears

Before I turned eighteen, I was happy. After eighteen, I was sad.

Before I turned eighteen, I had no worries. After eighteen, my heart was full of sorrow.

Before I turned eighteen, my life was full. After eighteen, I became a person without a soul.

Before I turned eighteen, I was an angel. After eighteen, I became an angel who had fallen into hell.

Before I turned eighteen, I loved him deeply. After eighteen, I still loved him deeply, but he left me, abandoning me alone in this cold world to bear all the pain and helplessness by myself.

I still choose to wait for him...