even though the insufficient words are listed, the truth isn't conveyed
it can't be protected as much as it is kind, it can't be conveyed as much as it is right 

that feeling under that made smiling face unreflected in photographs

please don't tell us at all, don't destroy it, gently
it is the world for which you hoped

don't even say that the past was good
what would you know about that glorious time?

you're too blind to understand that we have wounds that won't vanish

we're clinging on to false truth
we run away and are confused

such people will never be cured for sure
it is the world which you made

though you say the past was good, 
you are basing it on what has reflected deep in those eyes of yours
though you say you have seen everything,
you have seen nothing but the outside, so what would you know?
the truth will be never shared to anyone

we wouldn't care if you didn't come, we wouldn't care we didn't see you
don't disturb us at all, because this is what we have decided

don't even say that the past was good
what would you  know about that glorious time?
don't say anymore of all those only unkind things
if the way we have chosen is an error... we aren't there anymore
you have no bravery to know the truth

you will help us  we will help you

you will help us, we will help you