Silent Sorrow

Don't look back to gaze upon your robes, my lord; I turn away, already a tearful beauty.

Memories take root in a tree that cannot forget; the calamity of a past life follows into this one.

With tears, I fade beneath the bright moon; now all has become fields and mulberry groves.

Don't look back. Gaze toward the horizon, and tears fall like a storm.

You remember yesterday's sorrow, singing aloud with your face upturned; only the years remain unchanged.

Amid flowering branches and shifting shadows, seeming real, then unreal, like a dream, like an illusion,

At the desolate edge of the world, I pour out all my longing, powerless to look back.

I thought sorrow could silence this lingering grief, but this curse will stretch on forever!