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There were many people in the subway station, waiting for the last train to take her away. I was one of them, but my train didn’t come for me. Your train has arrived at another station; it’s no longer me who gets on it. How many people are as sad as I am? It’s useless to feel sad. You orchestrate these sad scenes, while the two of you smile happily. You kiss her forehead and ask how much you mean to her, just as if you’re asking me the same question. I understand that from now on we will never hold hands again. I just want to find an excuse to spare myself from this pain. I can’t cry, I can’t cry. I can’t let you see my sadness. It turns out that loving you is such a painful thing. This role was created just for me… I can’t cry, I can’t cry. I can’t let others see my sadness. It turns out that promises are nothing but silly, meaningless commitments. I don’t want any more of this. Your train has arrived at another station; it’s no longer me who gets on it. How many people are as sad as I am? It’s useless to feel sad. You orchestrate these sad scenes, while the two of you smile happily. You kiss her forehead and ask how much you mean to her, just as if you’re asking me the same question. I understand that from now on we will never hold hands again. I just want to find an excuse to spare myself from this pain. I can’t cry, I can’t cry. I can’t let you see my sadness. It turns out that loving you is such a painful thing. This role was created just for me… I can’t cry, I can’t cry. I can’t let others see my sadness. It turns out that promises are nothing but silly, meaningless commitments. I can’t cry, I can’t cry. I can’t let you see my sadness. It turns out that loving you is such a painful thing. This role was created just for me… I can’t cry, I can’t cry. I can’t let others see my sadness. It turns out that promises are nothing but silly, meaningless commitments. I don’t want any more of this