jakexoxo
Lacrima
Hold back those tears!
Don’t waste that precious water…
I don’t see why you should fill the rivers
just because you see
someone’s old widow die.
Don’t torment yourself.
You can’t dissolve that gray cloud.
Many have tried
to stop the golden wings of those
who must leave their prison behind.
What would you achieve?
Just more waste…
A fallen tree, lifeless,
won’t be saved by your tears.
Eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds—
all squandered.
So hold back those tears!
Fragments of time,
petals of a rose—
preserve them
in your crimson palace.
Eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds
of loving—are enough