Ouch - Poem by Hime Hiroda
What is the greatest pain in the world?
It is when the river meets with the sea
Where both recognize their likeness
But still, that shared smoldering feeling is extinguished.
The greatest hurt one can feel
Is to have spurned a love so real
And to have to endure every moment regretting
Letting go of that which is most valuable in life.
Wailing of the spirit unequaled in sadness
The wrenching of the heart rivals a violent death
Crimson letters fade into monotonous white
Great tempests brew in the wintry north.
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