The wind that gently blows in my face,
whispers your name.
I close my eyes,
as I feel the hatred once again.
Your name is like a peaceful harmony,
that calms my heart in agony,
but it is also like a knife,
that agonizes my heart painfully.
I open my eyes,
a tear escaping from it.
Why do I still love to hear that name,
although it only gains me pain?