How would I know What is That hapiness which comes So rarely... If I wouldn't know pain... For pain, my Dear Thank you... Although I ran away I always did come back... With the tide of the ocean of tears... It's so difficult to love you... But... but... It's even more difficult not to love you at all... Would I hear the whisper In which one confesses love... If I wouldn't know cruel words... For those cruel words, my Dear Thank you... Although I ran away I always did come back... With the tide of the ocean of tears... It' so difficult to love you... But... but... It's even more difficult not to love you at all...