Leaving has opened a wound in breast
My poor heart's joy is black
(His/Her)Luck doesn't give the way to lover
My fortune is dark, day is dark, hyacinth is dark
Be patient, heart, it will happen one day
This longing will end and the pains that beared
It will pass eventually
Nightingale wears dark for a rose
It were be a wound over my breast
This trouble can't make me reform
My trouble don't have a cure and nobody knows it(the cure)
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