"I thought to pick
the flower of forgetting
for myself,
but I found it
already growing in his heart."

(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratani)
"What men call love
Is simply
A chain
Preventing escape
From this world of care."
— (Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
"His heart, grown cold,
has become my body’s autumn.
Many sorrowful words
may yet fall
like the rustling leaves."
— (Tr. Hirshfield & Aratani)
"Tears that but form gems on sleeves
Must come, I think,
From an insincere heart,
For mine, though I seek to repress them,
Gush forth in torrents."
— (Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
want.

want.

wow hahaha.

wow hahaha.

hahahahahaha. made my dayyy.

hahahahahaha. made my dayyy.

sadly, so true.

sadly, so true.

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