I look at him sometimes and I cry
I cry in a way that tears don't roll down
I cry because of being helpless
I look at those hands which were over mine someday
telling me "I am the one for him"

I look at him sometimes and I cry
I cry in a way that tears don't come out
I cry because he is still my love
I look at those arms and think about embracing
making me head towards brightness leaving behind dim

I look at him sometimes and I cry
I cry in a way that tears don't fall
I cry because I cannot forget
I look at those eyes which looked at me once
making me feel like I am the bottle of happiness filled up-to its rim.