Love without hope — grief? Kara?
Hope for love is like bad weather:
Finds sadness like a black cloud,
And heavy rain the hope of new birth.
Love without hope is also love.
Whether it is twenty, in a hundred years,
The human soul the light of hope,
That answers that simply wants to fly.
When love still lives in it,
The soul is alive, she dreams of happiness,
She wakes up, bloom, coming to life
So give thanks of love and without hope.