Her

That name of whom makes me cry,

why can't i hate it?

She's so lucky, 

She's so breathtaking,

for having that story.

You'd smile differently from the way you did with me.

You'd give a different answer to her.

Is that why—is that why that she able

to have your heart that i couldn't?

Narrow shoulder and beautifully parted hair,

she looks beautiful as always.

Hello, woman of the man whose mine.

Stop looking so beautiful from the back,

and look at him from now on.

I don't like a love story,

that don't know forever.

Or maybe,

I've fallen for that.

The beginning of your love—the future of your love.

I see them all over my shoulder,

from far away—alone.

Don't you see his pitiful heart?

Please, don't make him cry.

Please, acknowledge the man,

that ever been mine.

Please, look at him.