I hate seeing a woman cry because of me
A principle I throw away
Since the day she left me alone
I made countless women cry
To satisfy my unquenchable anger
A sin that I can never overcome.
But when I saw my mother cried,
My heart was squeezed ruthlessly
An invisible force ripping my soul.
Can I still be called human?
When I've done so many cruel things
Even forgetting the only principle I have
A principle that I made for my mother when I made her cry once.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
I hate seeing a woman cry because of me
A principle I throw away
Since the day she left me alone
I made countless women cry
To satisfy my unquenchable anger
A sin that I can never overcome.
But when I saw my mother cried,
My heart was squeezed ruthlessly
An invisible force ripping my soul.
Can I still be called human?
When I've done so many cruel things
Even forgetting the only principle I have
A principle that I made for my mother when I made her cry once.
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