I suffer, suffer and suffer for you
Though I can't seem to feel the pain
No matter what, how and why you do
Make sure to remember my name

All these efforts I did
Thrown away like trash
Burn till what's left is ash

Why is it that I don't know
That it ended at May
That at May your sorrow
Was left astray

How is it possible
That it ended at May
That at May you applaud
Upon my death

All these letters I sent
Abandoned like beggar
Tear like a sinner

Why is it that I don't know
That it ended at May
That at May your sorrow
Was left astray

How is it possible
That it ended at May
That at May you applaud

Why is it that I expect
That it actually begin at May
That at May I suspect
From the beginning...

That at May, I was right...

You are the sinner