I said I don't mind
not the pain
nor the unstable legs
and the scars piling up, as if
life had a grotesque scheme against me.
But then, you just have to look at me
and ruin it all with your tears.
How could you not mind, you say.
The silent tears turn sunflower fields
to sun rays.
I said I don't mind, my darling,
until your tears fall down
and turn all my lies into blooming flowers.
But honey, the flowers all wither away in the end,
and my melancholy has turned into something
than what your tears can save.
Baby, what can I do?
I want you to be happy
More than anyone, more than me.
Tell me my darling, tell me,
Can a sunflower field stop the tears on your face?
- You say it cannot. And we have reached an impasse.