I made hearts made out of papers...
They were all colored red.
They're supposed to give out
happiness,
But tears were all I've shed.
My jar was almost brimming,
All these years I have it filled.
But I plan to have it emptied.
Not to waste or have them spilled.
But before I burn these feelings,
I hope you'll tip this jar.
I wish you'll feel my longing...
'Coz I have loved you from afar.