If there is so little (distance)
from love to hatred*
I would want you to hate me
more than anything else in the world.*
But I'm afraid that you
don't care about me at all,
that to you I was just a
vapour-like rose in a bouquet.*
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Because of my sorrow for you
I will grow old in a night.
All my new wrinkles
are your pathways with him*
and not a single track
in the snow will be left behind by me.
That's just how much
of a wreck, my soul*, I am without you.
For a long time I have
reserved the blame for myself
but out of everything that happened
it hurts me most
that a sea of my tears
spilt because of you
do not exist
on a single map of the world.
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