No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

No teas come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

Now I lay down on this tree and felt a lonely sadness coming over me in waves. Slow tears ran from my eyes and trickled into my ears. I thought, 'I even cry in a humble, common way, with tears flowing into my ears.' But the humble, common tears had relieved me[...]

At least the tears on my desk wipe away the dust that's covered this place

If tears were painful, no one would cry.