How pain it is, at night to weep,

How pain to hide, secrets to keep

How pain it is, a part to play,

With laughter bright, throughout the day.

Oh, how it hurts, with wounded heart,

In endless fogs, to be apart,

Oh, how it hurts, with crowd to be,

But all alone eternally!

Oh, how it hurts, to live with none,

A hope-lost soul, forever alone!

How pain it is, without love's art,

But in your heart, a memory's dart.

Alas, that memories claim,

My life's a wreck, forever in pain.

Oh, how it hurts, EACH thing to see,

And think "time change" - absently.