There is sadness in sadness,
Melting away in the whorl of emotions
The heart sinks like a paper boat;
Some fall asleep like logs,
Termites eat away their souls.
A piece of miniature honeycombed wood
And wind can sing through it;
What is the answer to loneliness?
If your heart is a stone and
In the rain you catch fire;
There is no balm for sadness,
If you don't know how to count the waves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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