It was me who cried
Not showing your weakness doesn't mean that you're strong
Because you told me, i believe
My breath becomes cold and my foot stretches in front of me back home
I might even forget the warmness that I felt just now
I just realised how it feels to love someone
It was me who cried
The beautiful winter constellations, hope they don't disappear from the sky
I looked at it, I believe
I want to protect this hand so it will never separate
What I want to say doesn't come as words
Laughing at things surrounding you softly
Counting the number of shooting stars
I'm here right now because we met
Because you taught me, I believe
It was me who cried
Not showing your weakness doesn't mean that you're strong
Beacuse you told me, I believe
Because you told me, I believe
Not showing your weakness doesn't mean that you're strong
Because you told me, i believe
My breath becomes cold and my foot stretches in front of me back home
I might even forget the warmness that I felt just now
I just realised how it feels to love someone
It was me who cried
The beautiful winter constellations, hope they don't disappear from the sky
I looked at it, I believe
I want to protect this hand so it will never separate
What I want to say doesn't come as words
Laughing at things surrounding you softly
Counting the number of shooting stars
I'm here right now because we met
Because you taught me, I believe
It was me who cried
Not showing your weakness doesn't mean that you're strong
Beacuse you told me, I believe
Because you told me, I believe
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