Who
Who
Who knows who is hiding in the heart as pain
Who knows who keeps pricking this heart from time to time?
My eyes fill with tears every time I talk, I don't know who makes tears flow from them.
Now there are sobs in my memories, I don't know who lives in me as a memory.
Now my heart has become like a mirror
On one side there is a heart and on the other side there is a mirror.
Let's see who breaks first this time