I gave my all trying to forget you.
With a cold attitude, I became aloof to you, never looking at your face, never hearing your voice, and I did my best, but I could never forget you.
Instead, how about you?
I suppose you did come visit me in the spur of the moment, thinking of those moments when our hearts were linked, when we spent our time in such passion and happiness. My hands were twined with yours, our legs locked together, and there was the melting, aching sweet despair.
In that stormy night
At the riverside when the waters surged.
I wonder whether my profile remains in your heart when you betrayed and rejected me.
I still wonder if I am your beloved.
But I suppose I will never be able to forget you.