You will never know,

How many times have I fallen into a dream:

You covered me,

Like a sudden rain,

After the rain, damp hair was left.

You will never know,

How many times have I imagined your changing eyes:

Full of bewitching tenderness,

Like a midsummer wind,

After the wind, sweaty clothes were left.

You wear rain and sound of storm.

The drooping face hides the eagerness in my eyes,

How eager am I to have transparent hands to touch you!

This heart has been like a string for too long,

It is trembling where you can't hear.

Please stop looking at me.

I miss things that will never happen.

Let me be the eyes of a singer and the ears of a painter,

-Stand alone in front of the thrilling melody and picture.

Hope the next time,

The person who plays the string is no longer you.