I began playing with the cries, a little in the same way as I had played with the song, on, back, on, back, if that may be called playing. As long as I kept walking I didn't hear them, because of the footsteps. But as soon as I halted again I heard them again, a little fainter each time, admittedly, but what does it matter, faint or loud, cry is cry, all that matters is that it should cease. For years I thought they would cease. Now I don't think so any more. I could have done with other loves perhaps. But there it is, either you love or you don't.
The narrator reflects on an internal struggle with their own emotions, likening the experience to playing with sounds. They describe how distractions, such as walking, can temporarily silence the cries of their heart, yet those feelings return with every pause, growing fainter but never fully disappearing. The narrator realizes that despite the passage of time, these emotions persist, highlighting a profound sense of longing and acceptance.
This introspection reveals a deep understanding of love and its complexities. The narrator acknowledges a feeling of missed opportunities but ultimately concedes that love is an undeniable force, one that doesn't diminish regardless of circumstance. Their resignation echoes a universal truth about love's permanence, suggesting that true feelings endure, whether acknowledged or not.
