Vay Agar

Oh, if what I heard is true
what should I do?
The one who left, did they truly want to stay
what should I do?
Oh, if they don’t return and I lose the chance to see them,
Don’t tell me they’re alone
what should I do?
Oh, if my love is misinterpreted
And in my youth
their sorrow makes me old
The boundary between ruin and madness is so close
Oh, if they delay, delay, delay
Oh friends
how do you sit through my distress?
May you rejoice in the sorrow of my loneliness and ruin.
If the heart carries joyful news
don’t announce it to anyone.
This must be written on my forehead.
Oh, if they start courting elsewhere,
And don’t show kindness to rivals.
Oh, if they forget the memories,
And leave to flaunt, flaunt, flaunt.