Facing you ice-cold it are my to look at instant
It seems that my soul is lacerationed tearing
The wind of gloomy and cold is ridiculing me
You and I now shape are with the stranger
I am attempting to forget you
Until know later on,you are that what I want is only.
Treasure,I thought you
Treasure,I need you
Treasure,I want to hold you in your arms
Whether I am in your heart,whether have still the position
At any rate
You are always my most keen.