Tu me demandes pourquoi je pleure,
But no, you're wrong, small,
In you tightly in my heart,
For me then reborn life.
Want to know if I'm sad,
But not see, I am not,
And your puzzled look, which persists
Makes me see you do not believe me.
Slowly, you tell me to smile,
And I, poor I do my best,
You think it's easy to say,
A farewell is better than a farewell.
You ask me to sleep,
Sleeping is true, it's oblivion,
sleep, we reach the end of suffering, This domain
, small, is a vast infinity.
You ask many questions,
I would answer you, but what good
Te answer, do we serve no purpose,
Our channels will split tomorrow.
Do not blame myself if I can not,
Answering your questions, small
Tonight you see, I am no longer me- Similarly,
My answer may be in this poem.
child, my dear, read,
Search again and you will find,
For if my heart is rain,
My love is yours.
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