I’m in continual distress, and I don’t know why I’m suffering like this. An incomprehensible pain is eating away at me, and unstoppable streams of tears are flooding my cheeks.
My thoughts leap now this way, now that, as a ray of sunshine flickers
on a wall when water newly poured into a pail or basin casts its reflection, and with its restless motion it mirrors water’s graceful twists and turns.
Or is this maybe what they call love?
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