I touched those hated freckles lightly and sighed, My "heavy class" love has dissolved clearly Just like a sugarcube. The thorn stuck in my thin breast went in further And hurt much more than before. Astrology didn't predict that at all. I wished we could go together farther, It would be joyful enough to... Memories are always beautiful, But with only that you can't live. Tonight should be a really sad night, But why? Actually I can't remember his smiling face. I understand breaking apart and putting back together Because that's my personality; With impatient feelings and uncertainty Which nevertheless are capable of good love. I pierced my left ear to forget, It's an episode I can't laugh about. [ Counting up the number of freckles Embracing the spots and all But the thorn piercing my breast won't disappear. My stuffed frog and rabbit Smile and comfort me. ] Memories are always beautiful, But with only that you can't live. It was a really tough night I wonder why though? Why can't I remember that person's tears? I can't remember, Why can't I?