When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are

I Love You As You Are, But Do Not Tell Me How That Is.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

And If You Find Everything As Soon As You Look For It, You Find It In Vain, You Look For It In Vain.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.