Thanks to the fog ahead, I can fool you into thinking that those tears you see, are just mist. It's okay to cry, in the fog, or when it rains. It's okay to cry, in a warm embrace. Yet, I will fool you all. I shall never cry, out in the open. Never. To let you know that my winter-heart has thawed beyond measure, makes me weaker. I shall have tears welling up, but I'll call it mist. Just like morning dew, I shall fool you. I beseech you all, to be the fool for once. Maybe it makes me stronger. Maybe it makes me stronger, and last a bit longer. Be the fool, for once? Will you?
