It's okay, it's okay. I, playing the fool, am merely a nameless pierrot in this small circus.
As I try to balance on a ball as round as the moon, it is simply my job to make conspicuous falls and be laughed at.
But I saw you crying in the audience. Please do not put on such a sad face. Taking notice of your tears unknown to your dad or mom, I felt that it was my duty to wipe them for you:
\"It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't hurt me at all. You should just keep on laughing for me.\" It's okay, it's okay. I, making clumsy falls, am merely a pierrot balancing on a ball in this small circus.
You, refusing to stop weeping, said: \"You are lying, and that makes me sad.\" \"I did not tell you one single lie.\" As soon as I said that, you started crying again:
\"Show me your unpainted real face hidden under your mask, which you don't normally show to the audience. To feel pain when you get hurt, or to weep when you feel agonized, that kind of natural emotion is nothing to be embarrassed about.
It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry if you can't put on a good smile, just please do not lie about it again. It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to bear it alone, for I will cry together with you.\"
It's okay, it's okay. You have found for me my real face which I seem to have forgotten. \"It's okay, it's okay.\" It was like a magic charm. Look, the liar pierrot has disappeared!