Fool's Tears

 What's this, girl! Crying?
 But you wanted nothing at all!
 So naturally, there's nothing to gain!
 Then why these tears—so reasonless? Tell me?
 Accept it.
 Those tears of yours—precious, aren't they!
 You'll know their worth—only when they're gone!
  
 That ache inside,
 won't dissolve, won't flow out—
 Let it not rest easy within either!
 Truly, don't let it stay.
 Why should you, tell me!
 What obligation is there?
  
 Invisible, sometimes even untouchable.
 Those who understand, they understand!
 How beautifully they live!
 The rest—just drag life along, only drag!
 What do you say! Don't even know this! Are you not a fool?
  
 This heart transforms agonies into heartbreak.
 Only fools—like you,
 loving the invisible, living just that way...
 Girl, the path that was never yours,
 from its beginning to your end—you walk. Walk and walk!
 Walking that path, ah, who lives where in what happiness—
 gazing at all that as you go, forgetting,
 that's not your work, girl—know this well!
  
 Couldn't you learn that the world is fleeting?
 Or that illusion which sees the end—completely?
 When you touch sin,
 sin makes you its own.
 The bonds of sin's kinship—so strong.
 Life's sin makes a sinful life.
 Don't know this either? Still so foolish?
  
 Why do you cry so much? For what hope? What delusion?
 Who makes you cry more—
 what you see? Or what reveals itself?
 Your heart cries, your sight cries,
 everything cries. When will you laugh, then?
 Know this, girl—
 when you cry,
 does conscience lose? Feeling too! Consciousness also loses! Isn't that so, tell me?
 Alas! How many beloved of darkness, and those who love that darkness,
 laugh with distorted voice and tune!
 Still, do you love truly?
 Tell me, tell me?
  
 Do you love? Really?...Where, not at all!
 Then why do you cry?
 To cause pain? To receive punishment?
 And if you do love,
 cry. Cry indeed!