In the silence of the silent night,
This love cuts a hole in the heart,
Every memory, a pain,
Leaves a taste that never subsides.

Oh, the kind of love that torments,
Turning happiness into sorrow,
At the limit of unsold hopes,
You remain, though it hurts the soul.

Raindrops, witness to sadness,
My heart's whisper of endless hope,
In the fretting, I find light,
Yet, why does this feeling remain dangerous?

I embrace the setting dream,
In the dark, endless love,
Hoping one day you'll understand,
This 'love' is not just a promise.

Oh, the kind of love that torments,
Turning happiness into sorrow,
At the limit of unsold hopes,
You remain, though it hurts the soul.

Now I close the story,
With tears that cannot be wiped away,
In every beat of this heart,
The love I made, still languishes.