Kalba, į kurią verčiama: Anglų
Honey, wouldn't be honey, if the bee didn't make it.
Ice, wouldn't be ice, if the fire didn't spoil it.
To be born again I have to die first.
Whom, whom am I going to share the pain with because of you?
Honey, wouldn't be honey, if it was bitter, and also hard.
Ice, wouldn't be ice, if it didn't melt on the ground.
To love you again someone has to be crazy.
I have realized that, that it's all in vain.