I'm asking for a little time

 
You are a cruel person!
You have made me cry so much, hurt me so deeply. You still do!
Yet my heart burns for you alone!
I have no shame, no patience at all. I am truly worthless!

Say sorry to me right now! Or say I love you!
Say it, say it, and say it again!
Otherwise I'll fall asleep staring at my phone.
Maybe that doesn't matter to you at all, because you are cruel!

I like you from the heart.
There's no pretense here at all,—
Keep this always in mind...especially at those times
when you ignore me.

I want to love you...
without any kind of narrowness or complexity.
When I love, I simply love,
and when I don't love, I simply don't.
There's no second meaning here, no hesitation,
much like switching something on or off.
Please speak to me in simple words,
mix with me simply—this is my request.

Don't get close to me, don't become intimate for just a little while.
If you think you can walk with me for a long time,
that you can be my shadow even from far away,
that you can be my confidence, and
if you are resolute about all these things,…only then come into my life.

Of course remember...
I want nothing from you
except tenderness—love—a little affection.
I feel you...with all my honest being.

I will not disappear anywhere,
I will remain in your life. And in the end,—whatever happens.
I will remember you, though I easily forget many things, on purpose.
But I will try to hold onto you.

Those without talent have to work harder.
Since I don't want to depend on anyone in this world,
I must give that extra effort. Still,
I have no weariness, I have no sorrow.
I want to do some work,
to live joyfully with a few people, then die.
Throughout this whole time I want you beside me.

Today my body ached all day, yet I didn't tell you.
I missed you all day, didn't say that either.
I called you because I felt like talking, that's all.
But you didn't even get a chance to call back!
How quickly neglect wins in anything, doesn't it?

Today I really want to hear you.
Whatever work I'm doing, I feel you.
You stay so silent in everything
that I can't properly understand your feelings.
Because I can't understand, sometimes
I become disorganized, and I hurt a lot too.

I'm asking for some time from you, please give it.
If I can slowly pull myself together, I won't bother you anymore.
It's not that I'll forget you completely.
Nor that there will be any excess in anything.
This mental tug-of-war over you—
I understand it will take some time to get out of that.