I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.
I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!
Death is the beginning of something.
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.