The hardships of eight o'clock

Every day our troubles are buried in the brick-and-stone wall,
No one sees,
These continue to grow,
No one in this town knows,
By the way, we are pretty good.

If I let them know,
Your troubles are with the Himalayas in height
Entered the competition,
Believe me, no one will believe

If i say
A river of sorrow with tears in my eyes,
There is a hard pain hidden in the smile on the lips,
Everyone will think, I can't compare to exaggeration.

But you know,
What a burning sensation in my heart,
Pain hidden in the eyes.
You too can smile with anger in your book pocket.
No one can understand it by looking at the eyes.

At the end of the day
The pain of losing something,
And I continue to indulge in depression.
Let no one know,
You know, and I know,
The hardships of eight o'clock
How Rose burns us