The wheel of fate, wearing an almost cruel expression,
lays to rest my childish foolishness, youthful arrogance, and the madness of old age.
The whirlpool sweeps away all our love and sorrow.
You sail away aboard an ark, brimming with confidence,
while the bride on the lonely island, wearing the most beautiful expression of her life,
throws herself into the raging sea and never rises again.
Why
must we always
keep
passing each other by?
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