I don't want to be rain and storm-clouds anymore, this time I'll become the tempest itself.
I don't want to be earth anymore, this time I'll truly become the sky.
I'm terribly tired of being wounded and sulking, this time I'll be a little reckless.
How long can I keep complaining and complaining...! This time I'll be the judge.
I've swept away all my madness and bid it farewell, this time I'll become a person who follows the rules...
I won't be that wilted, drooping sari anymore, this time I'll transform myself in a tight-fitting dress.
I've given up waiting myself... If someone waits for me, I'll leave them in neglect, I will, I will...
I won't live in chaos anymore, I'll make a home that's neat and well-arranged...
No longer a lover... I'll become a proper wife.
I'll wrap everything in duty, not tenderness... everyone except you!
I won't want to kill you anymore... but that you've killed me — I'll remind you of this every day, countless times.
This messy, irresponsible me has sat down to study today, I'll become a busy big careerist like you... I've seen that work makes you forget everything... Those who work, they can laugh and forget about love just fine...