I like glittering things and pretty things
As much as before
But being cool and being tough
Have become more important lately
You see? Times have changed so much
But why do I still hear such words as
"Tears are women's weapons"?
We don't cry easily
We are not always coquettish
We are not dolls
Who are only dressed-up
We have our weak sides
We are not always smiling
Don't forget
That we don't exist to be convenient for you
Though it's certain
I have a pain in my chest on some nights
It might be true
The more one experiences sufferings
The more he can be tender and strong
Do you think you have controlled everything
With a knowing look?
We are not dolls
Who are only dreaming
Do you think you have cheated us well
With a satisfied look?
Do remember
That we are not such simple beings