You often tell me that I am scandalous,
that I have always been disobedient.
I can't be boring and banal. Story!
Still love me! That's how he chose me.


Don't expect me to be gray---
I'm a storm in the middle of a clear day.
I can't hide my feelings.
Don't expect peace from me.


Don't try to re-educate me.
You can hardly tame me.
Even in my dream, I will wander at night,
and you will blame me in your dream.


But if you claim that I am important to you,
you must respect my freedom.
The humble calm is terrible---
As love is born in the storm.