Like The Love I Live That Makes Me Offend

You are the precious rose of my wasted life,
You are the ornament of my heart that blows the wind in the past,
You are the sound of the world of my screaming tongue,
It was the love I lived that made me resent my life.

There is the sadness of the memories of the days that were wasted,
In a sentence, there is a trace of my grief in my heart,
If you ask my troubles, there is the essence of the cube of trouble,
It was the love I lived that offended me.

My smoke-smelling liver blew fumes,
My heart full of sadness burned me,
My friend was a disloyal disbeliever I knew,
The bundle of ordeals was love from embers.

As the days passed as the months passed, I competed with the years,
I've gotten used to the pain I've suffered with a thousand torments,
I also unintentionally made peace with bad fate,
Like the love that I was crushed in the wheel of the mortal world.

You are the past ornament of my wasted life,
Let the dreams of my eyes fall in my night,
Let me all get cold,
Much is hidden in my few words, like love.

Your absence in my heart hurt me every day,
Your longing burned me through the sieves,
You wouldn't believe, maybe my eyes wished for you,
If I'm withered in my spring, I'm like a flower of love.

You are the rose of my trouble on my lap,
Let the memory of my heart full of sadness be an ornament,
You are the tongue of pain that mourns and screams,
Like the love I live that makes me offend.