Sorry, if something not very correct
Camomiles hided, buttercups drooped,
When I froze because of bitter words
Gils, why do you love handsome (guys)?
Theirs' love is not constant.
I strongly layed off jacket,
There was power to seem proud
I told him "Good luck"
And he didn't ask pardon.
I told him "Good luck"
And he didn't ask pardon.
Camomiles hided, buttercups drooped,
Cold water ripples.
Girls, why do you love hadsome guys?
Theirs' love brings only sufferings.