Tell me the truth english version

Point of view

_Sir, will you stop watching this? You have an important meeting!
_I'm busy. I can't stop
_But it's a very important meeting
_Whoever says that I care about his affairs from here only cares about his employees
_But it is important for your grandmother. You know that you became responsible for her property after her death. She began to lose a lot.
_I would rather have hell than run these companies. Get out of my face, scoundrel

Mr. Tay kept contemplating that picture as if it was making sounds and smiling, then he ended up immersed in his conversations alone. He and Elizabeth had a nice conversation while he was daydreaming, hugging her, crying in a tone of reproach, then hugging her again.
_I wish I could tell you the truth
But they were in front of the window of his office, which overlooked the sea. His hand kept touching the glass and he seemed to be in her reflection. Then he looked at her other images carefully near his medication that calmed his nerves, but he seemed crazy and deeply in love with her, and as deep as the sea. He missed her. Then he told her that he was alone, thinking about... He commanded her, repeating her favorite song that he had never forgotten

He ended up on the seashore, writing her name in the sand, then the waves took him again and repeated it, then he repeated her name and screamed loudly, hoping the sea would bring her back to him - Damn, I became crazy about you, not obsessed with you. I missed you. I was about to lose my mind as soon as I learned that I lost you.

Then he returned to his house, hugging his bed. He closed his eyes, perhaps remembering the details of her face. Indeed, he was about to forget her, but this is impossible, while her pictures surround the walls of this house, as if this day had been repeated. He scrolls through his phone, then his image is reflected on the screen, and then he listens to the sound of the heavy rain that fell.

He rushed to the window and then returned to repeat his incomprehensible sentences

Taehyung

_ Rainy days I think about you, what to say I wish I knew how to find my way directly to you, on rainy days, for example, I stare at my phone, still wide awake, hoping that you will call me. Maybe I'm alone, but what's behind us now? I think every day that time with you was so wonderful

He closed his eyes, but he fell asleep while repeating her name, knowing that there was no point in his strange conversations, which made him crazy in the eyes of the rest and made him lose his mind as soon as her image reached his eyes. His mind, even if her smile was mysterious and strange, only gave him troubled feelings. He couldn't understand his urgent desire to see her, but what about her? He kept wondering

_Why should I lose my mind when you barely remember my name, even if I met you I would still be obsessed with you, but give me a sign that you care about me because I can't bear it, I didn't leave you. I'm still looking for you. I'm not a rubber band so you can pull me tighter than you have to.

But she seemed so strong that she didn't even look for it or try. She didn't want to do it because she knew that in the end, she wouldn't amount to anything but honestly, she couldn't give up on him. But in the end, it will be better for both of them. Just because once they reach the end, both of them will realize that it is the beginning

Elizabeth

We were teenagers to fell in love. We didn't have enough time to even talk to ourselves. I don't think our adolescence was just fleeting feelings. Why can't I get rid of it? At that time my feelings were incomprehensible, but they still are. Now I want my life so badly because I am doing everything I can to make it better. I am looking for happiness, but parting with you makes it difficult. It is painful to lose someone. I chose silence rather than speaking, and this does not express my happiness, but rather my disappointment. Frustration and the end of hope of finding you. Doesn't everyone know that behind the silence there is a soul that hates talking, but I pretended that all of this was normal, and it hurt me. Trying not to think about it became more difficult than the thinking itself. I had to skip it. Everything, but I didn't know that all those simple feelings mean so much when I meet you face to face, then look into your eyes and tell you that I missed you, but no one hurt me so cruelly as you did.