Honor in love is in this - that (s)he inflict injury, and I
remain true.
But when being faithful won't do, then only (s)he can say what should I
do...
Even [this> sorrow is precious, that is his(her) gift.
This very sorrow is my life now - how will my heart part with it?
What could never be - that I am
Which could never end - that endless night am I;
This is my destiny: that I become a burning candle
In this is love's honor.
Neither am I any heart's desire, nor the quest of any gaze
I am that sad sort of flower
If Spring won't come, what will I do?
What a beautiful thought this song expresses!! 😭 😭 😭