Don't care how many people waiting my embrace Only urgently wishing to possess your smile Self-esteem thrown to a wall's corner; pulled out all the virtue You still won't look; you still don't want Everyday there's a dream dying in the heart Myself screaming loudly to myself A person too faithful toward feelings is hard to think clearly So painful that I wish to cry; yet foolishly smile Love becoming a moth smashing into fire Is a type of moral fall Who would like to treat torture as enjoyment everyday However sacrificing for love Makes me feel that Myself being so proud, so noble Love becoming a moth smashing into fire Is very painful I only believe that a person can be moved somehow Why are you Not able to love me Like how deeply I love you so, why... why...