I trusted you with my heart,
I handed it over and said,
be careful,don't break it
and you said you wouldn't,
right after that you shattered it.
It is not the broken heart that kills,
but the broken pride
My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains.
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