Even if you refuse to see me, though I felt miserable, that's only disappointment.

I hope for the day when you might open the door to tell me what I've done wrong.

But that day I couldn't think of any more excuses for you. I think, "She can no longer care about anything" and sadness fills my mind.

That day, I first felt "despair". But as I was resolving to leave, and never approach this door again,

--I heard