She’s going to be fine. It’s a trifle.
She’ll survive it like many times before.
Only the silence and pain are awful.
It’s not possible for her to ignore
The nagging pangs of soundless loneliness,
The scent of nostalgia and longing,
This pervading feeling of emptiness,
This impossibility of acting.
Thus, her sorrow looks for a company,
But it sees nothing on the horizon.
So she sets out on a lonely journey,
Undergoing another life lesson…