How is it that one thing can be two?
Why do I feel both joy and sorrow as I think of you?
Being full and empty seems the same,
when love and distance is the name of the game.
Sweet tears with salty,
pain and relief,
are both two side of one leaf.
This controversy sometimes fills me with doubt
and only the sound of your voice can take it out.
But those must be the rules of love,
even one which was sent from above.