May will come but you won't wait for me any more, so I don't know what I can do; nothing can save me

When you appear, it's like sun arises!
I've heard they praise you in fairy tales

Not even spring will be able to rescue me, not even spring can change me
Without you, not even May will be May for me
and in the month of roses, my empty heart, instead of fest and joy, will get filled with bottomless sorrow about you.

When you come, it's like a sunrise for me!
You're the one I've heard praises of in fairy tales!

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