Because men don’t cry

How strange

How the sadness of your life

Is equal to the depth of your love

Every time I come close enough to touch you my love

My heart breaks

What a strange man is here before me

An extraordinary man who wants to be ordinary

What a life was this?

What loneliness?

Because men don’t cry in this country

Where do the tears go?

The woman I was before always had a strong purpose

To save the world or save herself

I don’t remember her anymore

I don’t remember the old life

It was a life of loneliness for me too

A life of real trouble and imaginary hope

I had to find my own way despite others getting lost

Do not confuse my rebellion for disloyalty

On this day, I confess that I have never let my heart be touched

I have never drowned like this