My friends know me as a h******* metalhead who doesn’t give a s*** and listens to heavy music all day long (all the way from Death, Cannibal Corpse to Rotting Christ, Burzum etc.). A total “hardass” in every way.
To be honest, despite all those, nobody knows that I can’t help but to shed a tear when I listen to lullabies, or children’s songs.
They remind me of my mom, and a childhood that I never had. 🙁