When I was a child,

I used to weep out so loud....

Now, when I stopped weeping so much,

I wonder, now I only want to shout....

Those tears weren't bad,

they were just my pain around....

When I reached  the end of my path,

they again wanted to come out....

But I stopped them,

to show a fine life like a new big crown....

Then, heartfelt difficulty to carry thousands droplets,

So, a frustration took launch....

and the voice came out,

with a thundering voice of cloud....

Then, I realized, the importance of tears...

which was more than a crown....

I again let them come,

to give me the old shine again.....

It’s not easy to live without you,

thanks tears, always be within my heart's arms.........