He has many women —
My love is hopeless,
The wedding wreath is not for me,
The wedding dress is not for me.

To become the only one — there is no hope,
“Come to your senses,
Don’t get burned!” —
A treacherous tear reminds me again.
Though spring riots all around,
Unopened leaves are falling.

I surrender,
I renounce all claims.
You are free, I hold no grudge against anyone —
I let you go
AND MYSELF.
I’ll wash off the mascara, smile out of spite.
What does “I surrender!” mean? —
I go on fighting for happiness.