Believe It or Not

Am I too self-pitiful and make you upset
Sorry about that
I assure you
My heart corresponds with my words
Believe it or not
It’s up to you
 
What I act based on my conscience
So clear I’m of innocence
Let go of the rumor, which
Snatched my honesty away  
It’s painful, to my dismay
When no trust remains
What words I could say
 
To be sincere  
Those camellias withered, one after another
Dozens of them fell, to the ground  
The fault, if it is, definitely not mine
It’s too late to mourn, by the way
You know that, since it began  
For the flattering ladybugs, which
So good at conspiring
Have I had a chance to defend myself
 
To tell the truth
The baffling warmth, its uprising
Cause the corpse everywhere
Before long, they became fertilizer for daft weeds
All along, so pampered, the fond flowers
Have been cherished, like jewels  
If it weren’t for its recklessness
If it weren’t for its carelessness
How the hell did the tragedy arouse
 
I am innocent
Believe it or not
Up to you! Up to you!