It doesn't even let me get close, it doesn't even let me fight back, it doesn't let me talk about separation, it makes me laugh, then it jokes me and it doesn't even let me cry.

When I get angry at the one who teases her, she stops me from fighting. She doesn't even let me fight.

At the moment of separation, water is flowing in the corner of my eye, but it does not allow tears to flow from my eyes. Even if I have a lot of patience, it does not give me the results of my patience.

She doesn't even let him be bitter, she says you are my friend, you are not even the closest, she doesn't even let you fall in love.