I've been hiding it.
I tell you something. Just to leave it buried. Now I can't endure it anymore. Why couldn't I say it then. I have been hurting anyway. Really I won't be able to endure it.
It's only that I'm very sorry towards you. Again, cry because I couldn't protect you.
Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper. Like pieces of broken glass that I can't reverse. Deeper, it's just the heart that hurts every day. You who was punished in my stead, You who were only delicate and fragile.
Stop crying, tell me something. Try saying to me, who had no courage. Why did you do that to me then.