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there's this girl, only in my dreams♡

I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.
          
          Everything passes.

we should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

It is the return of a dog to his vomit.

Pale as with pain,
          Breath fails me when
          The hours toll deep.
          My thoughts recover
          The days that are over,
          And I weep.
          
          And I go
          Where the winds know,
          Broken and brief,
          To and fro,
          As the winds blow
          A dead leaf.

Spring will come again, people say.
          Yet I am heartsick. Nothing will happen when spring comes;
          That child will not come again. 

It desires nothing. It has nothing to wish for.
          
          It is tired. So, it dreams of death.
          
          A pitiful soul is trembling so much.
          
          It belongs to nowhere.

The earth is rose-coloured, larks in the sky;
          the sky is a beautiful April.
          
          Nothing visits me;
          my heart is quiet.

How long can I endure this? I can endure it forever, of course. For all of eternity if I have to. I can do it because I’m me. But why would I?