To be broken of fleeting bliss, If you heart's demand is unclear, When your eyes are filled with mist, What hands will hurt and what hands will bear,
As everyone's heart will be shifted Our tears that wipe our view unto reality It is the droplets of water that is true and vivid And it is that, that declines the fallacy
'Til you lean unto another's arm Let your window be hazy and confound Embrace the wind's mild harm Shedding those tears is what makes us unbound
Because when we stumble into a puddle of dreams We see below whatever dread and lie Of the continuous glum of streams 'Til then I will let you cry