Poema De Despedida A Un Amor の小説・ストーリー

Inside, in the east garden still audible through the compound walls, a geomun'go string I hadn't properly silenced vibrated one last time in the cold — a single note, low and resonant and entirely alone — before the wind took it and the silence settled back into place. Like something that had already decided. Like something that had always known it would end here. I will not love him, I told the ceiling, for the last time I would believe it. ~~~

I knew you were there, but I never went in, because I didn’t deserve to. [Once, I saw you sitting on the terrace by the sea, drinking coffee at sunset.] [You looked happy.] [I had never seen you more beautiful than in that moment.] [It was you enjoying life without me.] [Finally, I learned something.] [To love someone isn’t to possess them, but to wish for their happiness.] [You’re finally free.] [I’m finally at peace.] [Goodbye, Elena.] [I wish you happiness.] [Sincerely, Carlo.] After I finished reading, I sat there in silence for a long time.

“This is our last stop of leisure and comfort before our journey’s end.” “When do we leave?” “In a day or so.” “That is good. I have said my goodbyes to Tete.” Poe was surprised. It was not what he had expected. “There is still a while before you and Tete must part.” “Thank you, but it is time that we part. It is getting to be the season and he must return to his own, just as I must return to mine.”

Being a mother, a wife, a true friend, Bringing warmth to this family. In the invisible sweat, There is a love that never fades. She gave up her dreams for a moment, For the sake of other happiness. Night falls, he is still awake, Waiting for the return of the idol. Welcoming with a smile and a warm embrace, Even though fatigue hung over her eyes. Countless tears fell, In the silence of the deep night. But he remained strong, Keeping the fire of love always burning. Every advice and tight embrace, Was a form of sincere love.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close." Pablo Neruda. It's my birthday today. Memories are rushing through me like a broken dam. I left Luca's apartment before sunrise. Here I am, locked up in my house. Drenched in pain and sadness. A prisoner of my mind.

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

Had you less pride, Edward, we might have been friends; and for that loss, I am deeply saddened. I am to be married, and this is why I write you now. It is not a station I seek, nor is it one of my own electing. I fear any future response from you would be considered highly indecorous, and so I must beg of you to pursue no further communication. This is my goodbye to you, Edward; and a goodbye to that cherished season which we spent in each other’s company. I will remember it fondly, despite your hopeless self… it is past and faded, though the memories will linger, as a pleasant fragrance will hang in the air, regardless of time or distance.

I spoke to the night wind, Asking the darkness, Why is this love unable to Penetrate the invisible boundaries? In the suffocating silence, I fall silent in memory, Your face, your smile, floats, As if far away at the end of the sky. This love, which once felt real, Is now just a faint shadow, Buried in the heart, Unrequited, unrevealed, unforgettable. In this sadness, I learn, accept the bitter truth, that not all love finds its way,

Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light your way.