Inescapable time
slows down the heartbeat
when love makes me cry.
And the wind of a warm evening
becomes frigid
when love makes me cry.
Because if there is love,
there is one more tear.
I cannot live
without you—I simply cannot.
But when there is love,
there is a hand that can you
caress and then hold—
strong, strong is the heart—this heart.
I don't believe those who break up
and do not cry—
it means that they were not in love.
If I were without you, it would not be living—
I would die if
I knew there was someone else in your arms.
Because if there is love,
there is one more tear.
I cannot live
without you—I simply cannot.
But when there is love,
there is a hand that can you
caress and then hold—
strong, strong is the heart—this heart.