You are my woman.

On the windless morning of June 6th, passersby were on the streets.

Muna stood amidst the gradually fading crowd, unable to hear the voice of her lover.

It was as if I had turned into the devil that day, cruelly shattering your heart.

Helplessly, I accepted our fate, realizing we could never be truly together, leaving both our hearts to drag on for a lifetime.

I keep your kiss in my heart, and love my woman in a different way.

The most fitting emotion has never been hatred; I wouldn't dare to embrace my lover for another deep kiss.

June 19th is your birthday, I send you a distant kiss.

Oh baby, the faint scent lingers in your home where no one resides, and I know you are still single.

This woman who yearns for a story, despite being softhearted, regrets being so harsh.

Forgive me for seeking my own regret, actually, we were never meant to part. For you, I've worried so much.

Another kiss outside the door, I love my woman in a different way.