You asked me
is it really cruel to leave?
you told me: the world is a lie
leaving is the truth
it's on people's tongues for ages
but it is only love
even the brightest blossom
may wither in dimmest red -
so why did you cry?
why didn't you just go?
if I look away, there's no waves
if I don't scream, I'll have no heart
if the pain of this world
is not meeting you
in the moonlight tonight
I can still leave here;
but must you
give no reason to?

You asked again
is loving that shameful?
does tenderness
cost me that much?
if I could, I might ask:
is it better to speak or die
a step forth to the dusk?
or is it easier
to confess to the winds
running to stay still?
taking everything
to say nothing
that's how life is
I don't believe lies
for no reason
I still cannot cry for...