Counting The Fallen Droplets

I had a handful of droplets back then,

and he told me to throw away the droplets one by one each day.

No matter what, I did.

When he made me smile,

I dropped the droplets.

One by one.

When he made me cry,

I dropped the droplets.

One by one.

I had to let my hands open,

for there were too many.

Now there's only a few left.

I'm still throwing them away.

And when the droplets are gone,

I think there goes my affection too.