How foolish of me to think
That I can be loved like this.
How will I ever be
A complete circle of peace!
Appreciated for a bit,
Then thrown away with a twist;
Or did I lock the door of the mist?
I had no more way to stop this.
I am an annoying trouble to who you see.
I have no meaning when I am existing.
Nothing but bitterness will make the ship sink.