This powerful magic is turning me insane.

I believed it was the best

until it all went away. 

 

Now I’m thinking the other way.

 How can the thing that made me the happiest 

now become what makes me the gloomiest?

How can I be sure that it won’t happen again

or that someday I’ll be as happy as I was under the rain?

 

I want to be cheerful

but this immense sorrow I have inside 

won’t let me turn the page.

I’m buried in misery,

not knowing when this suffering will end.