Loss brings man's greatest sadness.
We didn't know where we were, our hearts turned to stone.
And we held each other tightly, each for ourselves.
The sun seemed pale, full of gloom, hatred and sadness.
No matter what I am and what I was,
I close my eyes
and feel the tears of the sun.
These lines over and over again, over and over again in my head.
These images over and over again, over and over again in my head.
My only consolation is you, moon!
Your skin full of flaws and yet incomparably beautiful ¶n.
Your inviolability, your sheer immortality,
transform my suffering into a moment of peace.
For this prayer to the moon...

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