There is a word that is often abused, and I don't want to abuse it anymore;
How can you despise a feeling that is not valued?
There is a kind of hope that is too similar to despair, and even prudence cannot crush it.
I only hope that mercy will come from your heart and you will cherish me very much.
What I offer cannot be called love, it can only be regarded as worship;
Even God is willing to favor it, and I don't think you will notice it;
This is like a moth yearning for the stars, and the dark night wants to embrace the dawn;
How can we not let the miserable world fall in love with distant things?