She left, without a word to say where she was going, and she left only a letter she would write in tears like this.

Do not do it. You tell the other person about the farewell.
Do not let the tears of sadness come on your behalf.

Do not do it to the next person, you lonely even if you stayed with me.
Sometimes I feel you are really right, farther than I am.

You were drunk and you wanted to see me. I did not like it.
Did I ever think about it once

Do not make me sick to the next person.
The next love is for you to be happy.

Because of my tears spreading over her writing
I can not read her letter anymore.
But the last of the Eagle somewhere
I think she left the point that she was coming back.
I can not fold the letter here.

I wanted to lean on you whenever I was tired, but you were not there.
You always found me only when there was nobody around you.

I have to come back I can not let you go back to me (please come back)
The next person is not for me. My next love will be you again.