Things that I couldn't say... Things that are still inside of me... So many things to convey. I will miss you till the end of May. My thundering and raining nights And my beaming summer days— Misty spectacles— Over my tear-dried eyes. Deserted by my deceiving emotions. Now, I don't remember my intent, my notion, Displaying my dismay— I will miss you till the end of May. What's in May? You might wonder! You will remember, if you push yourself a little. If you ponder— Last year, they were my most memorable days. I will miss you till the end of May. Fresh memories, wrapped in my joyful pain. Yes, I am mad, and I am insane. With whimsical heart, I was betrayed. I will miss you till the end of May.