My tears, like autumn rain, pour down upon the earth, stirring up memories long buried. Cry for the moon, whose gentle light has witnessed my every joy and sorrow. Cry to fall the stars, those twinkling diamonds in the velvet sky, now dimmed by my grief.
In this desolate landscape of heartache, I stand alone. No one moved by my pain; no one reaches out to comfort me. The world continues its relentless march forward, indifferent to my suffering.