Yes, the tears are real. It rolled, it rolled. It's over. I know I'll get hurt. When the stars light up the night. We can cry. But will that be all? I have to be free. Like before. Now. I even gave up on the trip. I gave up on the anchors. That they threw at me. I don't want to live imprisoned. Because last time, they entered my heart, messed everything up, threw away the key. Game over. Yes, the game is over. If there's something to do, don't chase after it. Just leave me in your lap. Because I know that forever, always ends.