Everyone knows that I am in love with His Highness the Second, but I confessed my love to His Highness the Third.
Back then I said rashly that if he died, I wouldn't be able to survive. But he died, but I still survived. But every time I think about everything I've experienced since then, I always ask myself: Did I ever have anything in this life? I answered myself: There was only one thing, that cold autumn night. Has there ever been a person like him in the world? There have been. This is all I have in my life, and the rest is just a superfluous dream.
И. А. Buning's "Cold Autumn"
Translated by Dai Cong
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