Unmendable sorrow, ten years of companionship turned into strangers.
Who gambles with deep affection,sighs softly in the dark, regretting the past.
Several times, spring breezes have turned hair white,I cannot bear to face my life,Seeking answers from the Buddha—a futile daily plea,Tears and wine, where can they be shared?The sorrow cannot be mended,Ten years of companionship have become strangers.
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