I’m helpless in the face of your pain,
Useless completely and unable
To comfort you, trying to remain
Delicate, and subtle, and careful.
I’d like to invent a magic cure
For your sorrow, but I’m no sage.
I can’t believe and can’t endure
The impossibility of any change.
And I’d like to be a good fairy
Fetching a jug of rainbow water
Washing off your grief and misery,
Giving you the wonderful nectar.
I still feel the sharp pain in my heart
Weeping doleful tears though it’s aimless.
I can really do nothing on my part,
I’m so sorry for the helplessness…
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