Tear-stained letters I couldn't send;
and the wasted words I didn't say.
The stuttering and mumbling at your sight,
and the constant coherent names I gave you.
But you wouldn't give your heart to me-
I knew it right from the start.
I wouldn't have hurt myself for anyone else-
but for you, I tried my best.
I tried everything I could to make you happy,
but I didn't know...
that what I was doing was hurting you-
What can I do now,
when the end's already colliding
with my ill fate that heaven never cared?
You were the reason I tried;
the reason I cried,
and all the feelings I felt
it was for you;
Only for you.