Translation:

To this day your voice haunts me and the warmth of your kisses is still felt. I carry you very deep within because of how beautiful you made life for me at one point. Nonetheless, knowing that another man is now able to kiss you, my chest is filled with rage and rancor.

Love and hate is what I feel for you. A love resulting from the beautiful moments we spent together. A hatred that came about when you broke my heart. I hate you and I love you because you’re who made of life a miracle and a disappointment. You’re loved and scorned by me. Both to a full extent.

Wanting to rid my mind of you, I sought in bottles of wine the cure to broken-heartedness. In addition, I sought in other lips the fire that would dissipate the warmth that your lips left behind. It’s a lost cause, though. Neither alcohol nor kisses are to detach you from me. I’m to carry you within for hatred… for love… forever.