I left my sweet pride aside, You deceived me with your sweet smile, That is why misfortune has come upon me, And it hurt me so much that I can not even cry. I who was stoic and betray myself, Hope has been my judge, This is living and this is suffering, However today I suffer. Was that the poem you wanted to have? I'm destined to wear this damn mask, Mask that clung to my face, Damn face without feelings, That classic lie, I loved you so much and you killed me like that. I feel pain, I want to live, There are days that I wish I had never been born. This is worse than being shot, It's worse than horseback riding on a rainy day.