I won’t forgive you; whatever happens, I won’t forgive you
Even if you were attacked, stripped of all your clothing,
Raped, abandoned, and at a loss what to do
I’d probably be skipping at the side, grinning from ear to ear and humming
I won’t forgive you, I won’t forgive you, I won’t forgive you anymore

That look on your face, hideously rotten as it got accustomed to being called cute,
Without a shadow of grief or sorrow
I want to poke it with a fork
Oh, I want to see you as a dead body, a dead body

Ashamed of my repulsiveness, keeping my head low,
Making it a habit of saying “sorry” before I even say my name,
I lived with my hands clasped together until today
But it all seems so stupid now; when I look at you,

I start to get the feeling that I’m the purest saint in the world
Unfortunately, I can think highly of myself without having to use such a roundabout method
I don’t need you anymore

I won’t forgive you; whatever happens, I won’t forgive you
Even if you were stabbed by a random guy on the street, guts spilling out and begging for help as you coughed up blood,
I’d skip rope with your intestines, listening to my favourite tunes through headphones
I won’t forgive you, I won’t forgive you, I won’t forgive you anymore

There isn’t a law that would pass judgement on your crimes; oh, what a cruel world
I will punish you in their place—Like I’d say that, idiot

May the words that I gave you rest in peace
I yearn to take back the precious semen I discharged on your body
Poor them, poor them, I’m close to tears

I hate you like the sky is blue and like flower petals fall; there is no other explanation
In a movie where you’re the heroine, I would be the most powerful and most wicked villain
What I reached at the end of all of this turmoil was the creation of an absolute existence for me
This is the way people live, right? My very first religion is you

I won’t forgive you; whatever happens, I won’t forgive you
One day your precious child will be old enough to reason, and she’ll burst into tears, wailing,
“Mother, why did you give birth to me”
“I wish I wasn’t your daughter”
“I wish I wasn’t your daughter”
“I wish I wasn’t your daughter”

There, I’ll make a stately appearance and hug her gently with both arms
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault at all