Let her have no strength to say sweet words. I really want to know.
Should I ask her why the world is so big and my luck is the worst?
Why is the itinerary so dense, or is it not as good as others?
Oh, Mamma Mia, ask me.
I don't have time to call. I don't have time for her, Hara.
I have no time to eat spicy food or drink tea with her.
No time to kiss her cheek. I wonder if it's this song.