Now, in a weary chest
For a wound that only stains of the time
There are silent cries flowing.
The weight of all the days I’ve lived
It was soaking the world.
For the lies that had to be hidden
It is an irresistible cry.
When someone sheds tears
Not just seeing tears
He said that you should look at the color of those tears.
Now, one person’s crimson tears
Add the fragrance in your heart like that
If it is being sown for the world,
Those tears and silent screams
The real struggle he throws,
Regret that can already touch the heavens
Now, I’m not ashamed of myself.
If it is truly a resolution to live,
Don’t just look at that sadness anymore
Opportunity for the washed soul,
And the scent that still lingers
Before it is all dry in the chest.
Once hugged,
If you can’t embrace it,
Just pat me on the back of my cry…