The tears submerged me , who should be sad?
After all who abandoned our love?
Finally I realized that the impossible promise
became the shackle.
Happiness is always in shortage in reality.
Please tell her that I don't love her.
Sad but laughing, punish myself.
Becoming desperate, I told lies sincerely.
Don't tell her that I still miss her.
Hate is always easier to be put down than love.
When the tears blocks the chest,
let silence substitute for all the answers.
I don't have love; I don't fell pain; I don't understand
My heart has already been emptied.
Words from my heart are said so insincerely.
Don't tell her that I still miss her.
Let silence substitute for all the answers.