Songs gather round a cup of tea; is this a wedding of flowers...or thorns?
Tell me, couldn't you get by without sinking so low? There's no shortage of filthy people around us— so why this sudden need to learn fresh filth?
Or is this just how the game is played? Is there competition everywhere? Doesn't it tire you? Or do you stay so tired, day and night, that you can no longer tell one exhaustion from another? You used to say there was joy even in such weariness!
When you smile your smiles of happiness or success, do you know that those hollow grins of yours scatter sorrow all around? Do you keep track of that?
I do. You know, my eyes catch everything! Nothing, truly nothing, escapes them.
A person who can read the heart just by looking at the eyes— such a person must be feared! Were you so frightened that you simply had to flee?
When someone paves the escape route for their own beloved, how far can you really run once you've fled from them too?
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