Bloody hard.
With hair as long as his — even longer than mine, since mine only reaches slightly below my shoulder blades — he’d have to reach under his coat to smooth it out from the inside. But looking at how tight the coat — and that belt — sits on 'im, the only option here is to literally...
I have nothing but my sorrow...
And I want nothing more.
It has been, it still is, faithful to me.
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours...
When my soul crushed the depths of my heart,
It was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you,
Because I am...