I saw the sunset
Beside a brother in his jacket,
He tenderly stroked my hair,
And I drove my girlfriend away.

I did not want to share attention with her,
At sixteen to lose a dear person.
Tell me what I am to do now —
I think I have met the ideal man.

Do not think it is my own brother,
But the brother of that same girlfriend.
I dream madly of spending days with him,
I hope the girlfriend will forgive and forget,
And there will be no tension between us.