The more you lie the more I cry.
Wondering why you like to lie.
Do you lie to see me die inside?
What you see outside is not inside.
It'd make them cry to see inside.
What's bottled up is for no ones eyes.
My soul can't hide what's behind.
Truth is dead but lying is sin.
What to choose is harder for them.
If one is dead and one is sin
how can you choose between them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem