The Person Who Listens to Weeping

I feel like crying terribly, let me cry a little. Will you hold the phone on your end for a while?
I don't know why I want to let you hear me cry, but I understand this very clearly—how close you are to me!
Otherwise, I wouldn't have anyone else to call and weep to, or to share my tears with. People never let someone hear the sound of their tears unless they consider them truly their own.
Why I want to cry so desperately, I've been searching for the reason for days now, but can't quite find it.
It's been so long since I cried deeply, and perhaps since I laughed that way too.

You know what's strange? When so many people laugh together, many of them are actually laughing fake laughs. Don't believe it?
Watch very carefully, and you'll be forced to believe it!
Laughter can somehow be faked this way or that, fooling one person or another, but what about tears?

Though of course, nowadays I do see many people crying fake tears too.
I don't understand—if people start making even something as intimate as tears artificial, where will we end up in the end? Who will believe whom?! From where will anyone even find trust!?

I don't know. Why these thoughts are coming to my mind, from where—I can't understand anything. Are you listening? Can you guess the trace of my pain by listening to my words?
You can't see how deep my wound is. Because I keep it hidden, even I haven't been able to see it clearly all this time!

Even talking to you in this scattered way brings me such peace. With everyone else I speak so properly, with you let me say whatever comes to mind... hmm?
Do you have time? Or patience, interest, inclination...these things?
Tell me, have you too learned to hide your tears? Have you realized that when people grow up, they can no longer cry naturally?
Alas, in this world no one picks up the phone to listen to someone's tears!