How does it feel to destroy this leftover piece of my heart?
Isn't it too bad that I love too deep, too sacrificial to the core?
Isn't it a sin of my heart to reduce my mind to depression?
Isn't it a criminal offense against my soul for my heart to get too attached, too quickly,
especially to those who are quick to let go?

Is it too heavy for my heart to look back as blind as that of a nonchalant person?
Day and night, morning till dawn, dusk, I battle with my heart,
to see how quickly it abuses my mind.

Isn't it too heavy for my mind to carry the burden my heart has lifted upon...