"I'll update when I can"
Ten years between life and death, two worlds apart,
A lonely grave overgrown with weeds, where we speak of sorrow.
How many times did we scheme for power in the courts,
Like geese passing through autumn dust, leaving no trace.
My dear,
You always put on such a convincing act,
Falsely confiding your true feelings to me,
Then sincerely parting from me in life and death.
The worst part is,
I always have to accept that you had no choice.
Perhaps meeting in autumn
Is never a good sign.
