I’m not sure about your truth.
You’re telling me a kind of truth which I cannot see.
I know a different truth.
It looks different because you can’t see the world with my eyes.
With my eyes, I see the world in a darker shade.
‘Cause without talking to you and without you, loving me, it’s all dark.
With your eyes, everything is full of light and happiness. You don’t need me talking to you to be happy. And you don’t need me loving you because you have enough people loving you.
Please, I don’t want you to think about this, because when you do, your happiness will disappear.
I couldn’t live with your sadness.
Please God, that’s the reason I don’t talk about this with the person. 'Cause I cannot live with it.