Like I'm going to throw myself away

Far from the bottom of your heart

But my little heart can't wait

For me to separate it

You are not a doll or jewelry

It's not that easy to get rid of

I am also a person who has feelings

This self is not as cruel as what you suspect

In the rift of love

Finally split jua apparently

But you remain

In the window of my memories

Now you're not mine anymore

You bloomed in someone else's jar

There's no way I can cut the stem

Let alone smell the fragrance

I am now like a beetle

Who flies aimlessly

Between the germs that develop

Searching for nurbisa, the antidote to sorrow

In the rift of love

Eventually it all splits

But you remain

In the window of my memories

Now you're not mine anymore

You bloomed in someone else's jar

There's no way I can cut the stem

Let alone smell the fragrance

I am now like a beetle

Who flies aimlessly

Between the germs that develop

Looking for nurbisa, the antidote to sorrow

It's hard for me to erase this shadow of longing

Which is pausing at the window of the heart

I'm satisfied to drive it away but I'm helpless

My mind is getting tormented