And I don't want to cry.
I don't want to cry.
"Boys are tough,
they don't cry!"
And I don't want to cry.
Are hearts made to be stepped on, just like rocks?
The last sentence of love, which one is it?
My fear to lose you:
What if you were to die?
next second?
in 5 minutes?
Even tomorrow?
What if you were to die?
It's all a lie,
boys do cry!
The most beautiful thing about it:
I cry because of your love.
I want to love you as you are alive,
and not to cry you with disgraceful sorrow when dead,
or to regret not having loved you with all my love!
I want to let you know that I love you as you are alive!
