tonight is rained again
with memories that bringing up the pain in the heart
the pain should be treated
I expected never be happened
I remember when dad left
and we began to starve
the usual thing that made me to live on the streets
when I don't understand about the meaning of a divorce,
which destroyed all the wonderful things I ever had
it's natural if I envy you now
a happy life by dint of the wonderful atmosphere in your home
the things that I always compare it with my dark life
no self-esteem to survived my life
maybe for a moment I can forget
with liquor that I hold now
or scraping the glass on my arm
anything I will to do I want to forget
but when I became aware of the hangover last night
the sore of this wound deepened I felt
when I had to understand how wonderful to be loved
the things that I never get since I live on the streets
sorry but my translation probably sucks!
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