The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...

I still have that house inside my heart
where once you used to live...

Do not return the letter to me again,
my heart is already full of them...

Tell me, who is going to accept such a heart,
which is battered and bruised...

Today, I am going to give you my heart;
it wasn't easy for me to share...

My love, you can't just do anything,
and pretend it is right...